46

~Kezziah 

Time greeted me in a local bar once I had thanked Rosie and left. 

It is almost empty in here considering the time of night. Once man sits in the corner of the room, sipping on his drink drunkenly. Time sat in a booth, holding a drink filled with a bronze liquid full of froth. He raises a dark eyebrow at me expectantly, waiting for me to share with him whether I succeeded or not.

“It’s done,” I mutter, falling into the otherside of the booth tiredly. I’m empty after doing that, after seeing her in person and commiting what would normally be a heinous crime were it not for an Immortal like Time. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, taking a sip of his drink.