|The two worlds|
"Did you take care of that douchebag?"
Ryan nodded, then realised she wasn't looking at him, so he spoke. "Don't worry. He was just an employee in the company. He was here to take his files home but coincidentally saw you and recognised you. Ronald will take care of it."
Leona planted the cigarette between her teeth, immediately lighting it up with the tiny violent bluish frame.
"Smoking is not allowed on our premises," Ryan let out, though he knew that wasn't not gonna intercept her actions.
The thick mass of the grey smoke ascended in spirals, blurring her vision for a second, and a pungent smell stains the air.
"There's an exception for me." She glided ahead, turquoise eyes never abandoning the canvases drenched in colours.
Ryan couldn't argue on that. Leona Pie
