Chapter 132: Hangover.
"Do you want me to take you seriously?"
Sensing her gaze on him, Dante turned to face the violet rose. She was leaning on her hand, her head tilted slightly. The right side of her face was no longer veiled, allowing him to see both of her eyes.
Her smile felt a little different at that moment. Her lips, covered in the same purple as her hair, arced in a gentle curve. They glistened under the faint light, appearing strangely inviting. Rose raised her glass, taking another small sip. Licking her lips, she looked at him once more, her eyes conveying a clear message.
Holding her gaze for a very long moment, Dante pursed his lips and shook his head. He wasn’t going to fall for it. Not again. Turning away, his eyes fell on his half-empty glass.
Now felt like a good time to end their date. He had done his part and kept her company, but that was the extent of what he promised his fixer. If her participation was of such importance, then Victor better find another way to convince her. The heist might be an important job for him, but Dante wasn’t about to let himself be turned into a plaything just for its sake.
Picking up the glass, he downed what remained of his drink in one go.
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06:00
Dante watched the digital clock overlayed on his field of view, his mind in an entirely different place. As the minutes passed one after the other, the ceiling above him came into focus. Not only was it clean and missing the smallest of cracks, it also had a strange pattern on its surface, painting the image of pink petals scattering in the wind.