12.

Natasha walked nervously into the restaurant.

She had an appointment with Sierra. She walked in and within a few seconds, she spotted Sierra seated at a corner of the restaurant.

It was a reserved table. Sierra had a casual expression as she flipped through the menu.

Natasha walked over.

"Hi, Natasha."

Raising her head, Sierra said, as she smiled at her.

"Hi, Sierra." Natasha nervously sat down on a chair opposite Sierra's.

"Good evening... I'm glad you could make it." Sierra beckoned at a waitress.

The waitress came over, and with a smile, she asked,

"What would you like to order, ma'am?"

She was polite.

"A plate of sandwich please, and a cup of espresso. And what would you like, Natasha?"

Sierra turned towards the calm-looking lady seated in front of her.

"A glass of orange juice, please." Natasha smiled.

"Is anything wrong with you? You seem lost," Sierra asked in concern. She was suspicious.

Why was she acting guardedly around her?

"No ma'am, I'm all good," Natasha said and forc