AT THE CAFÉ
The possibilities were endless and the more I sat there waiting for the caller, the more my palms sweated and my heart raced. My feet had begun to shake under the table, a habit I had managed to curb two years ago. Just when I decided to go to the bathroom and wash my face, the door opened to reveal a tall person wearing a dark hoodie and cargo pants with a face cap and a black face mask hiding their face. What the f**k? Why hide your identity?
The person made their way to where I sat, nodding to one of the waiters who actually worked undercover for the organization. They sat right in front of me without a word and just stared at me from under the cap with unnerving gray eyes.
They were tall with a muscular build so I naturally assumed it was a man. Until she finally took o
