-----------Lorenzo----
The air was heavy, thick with the promise of rain. Clouds rolled low over the rooftops, their bellies swollen and gray, casting long shadows over the narrow streets below. The cold bit at my skin, sharper than usual, but it wasn’t the weather that had me keyed up—it was her.
From where I stood, half-hidden in the shade of an abandoned doorway, I could see her moving with that restless energy she always carried when she thought she was alone. Her steps were light but fast, purposeful, scanning the street as if expecting trouble. She had no idea I was already watching her, and that ignorance was going to cost her.
Every detail, every twitch of her shoulders, every quick turn of her head—I took it all in. She was on edge, but not enough to see me coming. I’d studied
