75|A Unique Mark

~Viviana~

I want to be rude and tell her I’ve got nothing to say to her. My mind was already counting all the reasons Roman would lie to me about his whereabouts, and dealing with Lena’s tantrums was the last thing I needed.

“Please,” she pressed, setting down the beer bottle on the Spanish Cedar countertop. Then I noticed the slight shaking of her hand, which compelled me to nod and agree with her request.

I followed her out to the jam-packed pub, weaving through the lines of tables out to the chills of the autumn evening.

We didn’t walk far from the building. Lena took me to the end of the parking lot, right where I parked my car. Taking notice of the parking lot for the first time, I realized how obvious that the car belonged to me. It st