3. After All This Time...
I can't believe it's him.
After all this time...
"Call me Rosa. Has a better ring to it," I said, once again in a mocking voice.
"Oh, you're good," he said, smiling. I blinked once, and he was gone.
"So, what brings you to New Orleans?"
I jumped as his voice whispered into my ear from behind. "Never left. Never have and never will. You, on the other hand, could be asked that question."
"Well, that's a long story. A century long one. Why bore you with the details when I can just ask you if you want to go get a drink?"
I winced at his stupidity. Did he really think that he was going to trick me into letting him buy a drink for me? "I don't drink," I lied.
"I saw you in the bar the other day, downing shots one after the other with Marcel's crew. Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Fine. I'll go. But if you try to do anything stupid I will kill you."
He smirked as if he knew something that I didn't and nodded, holding his hand out for me to take.