6 June 2012
"Are you alright?" the voice asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" Connie replied without looking up. "Um... You look kinda lonely. I bought you a coffee?" the voice said, and promptly slumped into the chair opposite her. He slid the extra coffee across the table towards her. She gratefully accepted it, as her coffee had gone cold a long time ago. She glanced up from the table and peered at the stranger through her Gucci sunglasses. Tall. Athletic build. Choppy brown hair that fell just in front of his sea green eyes. Any normal lady would find him "attractive". But, she was no ordinary lady. She was Connie Eliana Burton, world wanted and world famous assassin.
Part 3 soon.
Secret Diary Of An Assassin Part 2 • Opuss № I