“Walsh,” Victoria repeated, looking to the seat beside her and rummaging in her purse for her schedule. “Sounds familiar.” She found it shoved in a corner of her purse and pulled it out from the mess inside.
I should clean this thing, she thought, zipping it up. She unfolded the schedule and flattened it on the table, trying to smooth out some of the wrinkles marring the paper.
Victoria instinctively shied back when the waitress silently placed their food in front of them. She could not help but steal a fleeting glance at the waitress and the rather disgruntled expression she wore, before looking back to her schedule.
Her face lit up when she found the two classes she had for the next day. “Professor Walsh!” She tapped the name printed on the paper. “I have her just before lunch. You?” She looked up at him, waiting hopefully for his answer.
* * *
With their fond farewells said, Nyaira hit the “End” box on her phone, then replaced it in her purse. She sighed, the simple sound heartbreakingly beautiful. Now, she had to worry about
finding someone she knew nothing about before one of her recruits killed them first tomorrow night.
“Oy vey,” she sighed in an Italian accent. With a scowl, she sauntered to the opening of the alleyway, careful to keep the door to the diner in sight and remain hidden from any prying eyes. She stared at the diner for a moment, then decided she did not want to wait any longer.
As casually as she could, she went to the diner’s door. Forcing back her disgust, she entered the diner. She paused just inside, taking in the small, pathetic place. It stank of humans. Not that that came as a surprise in a place like this.
The teenage boys facing her nudged their buddies, their eyes glued to her, ogling.
Then, she looked to Alex in the booth nestled in the corner.
“
Alex?” she called in a slight Southern accent, donning a flawless look of surprise. “Alexander Williams!” She let out a bubbling laugh that would make even the most heard-hearted man weak in the knees as she bounded toward the booth. “It’s been
ages!” Without waiting for an invitation, she slipped into the booth beside him and placed a disbelieving arm on the table, every movement quick and lithe. She spared his companion, a human girl, scarcely a glance. “What are the chances of this?” She placed her other hand gently on his shoulder and gave another airy laugh.