72.

Dalia’s POV.

“Is that him?” I point to the man on tee-shirt and grey flannel trousers. He’s like how Emily described- tall, broad shoulders and bulging stomach. Since yesterday ‘s incident, I decided to pay more attention to my friend. She was there for me when I felt lost and scared.

We are both wearing matching outfits of spies, squatting behind Emily’s car. It was sleek, blue and didn’t blend well with other cars at the parking lot. Bluetanic.. For some reason, Emily choose not to stay in the car. And I tagged along.

I stare at Emily from the corner of my eyes discreetly, amused by our spy outfit- she picked them of course! Few hours earlier, she emphasized on how important outfit were during this expenditure. After much trashing and ruffling, she settled for a black one piece latex jumpsuit, Red bandana wrapped around her head, the biggest sunglasses I’ve ever seen to hide her puffy eyes and blazing red lips gloss smeared over her thin lips. She should have weapons for ear rings,