Sitting quietly in the van, Annette stared at the floor of the van as it drove out of the headquarters. Francis sat opposite her watching her quietly, the first time he’d met her at the café he’d seen her as one of those rotten brats who only wanted trouble but after spending some time with her, it became clear that she was just someone struggling with a lot of things. Annette slowly lifted her head from the floor and her eyes met with Francis, she moved her eyes from him to the empty space beside him.
“Where’s Jericho?”
“He got sent back earlier” Francis replied and she nodded
“That means he’s okay right?”
“Yes, are you?” Francis observed Annette carefully and she nodded.
“I just feel a bit tired. About the incident at the reception –“ she stared at his hand which was wrapped in ban
