The Hotsy Totsy

Elena followed the direction that Angelo told her. It was nine o’ clock compass direction and it pointed at another young woman.

“Who’s she?” Elena pulled the bridge of her glasses down from her nose.

Angelo sighed. “Iréne’s right hand!”

Elena bowed her eyebrows. “What’s she doing?” She hissed at Angelo.

Angelo bit his finger to cover his mouth while he was speaking. “To arrange the meetings between Iréne Belle and Fred Tiger. They should avoid public’s attention on their…you know!”

He sniffed. “I smell another agenda!” He obscurely looked at the blonde girl passing them with the man from the café through his side eye.

Angelo asked for the waitress their bills and gave a normal amount for tips.

“What’re we doing next?” Elena almost wiped off her artificial moustache but Angelo asked her not to do it.

She shrugged and looked at Angelo who keeping an eye on the street.

“Waiting. I want to know what’s business they are dealing with that blonde chic. You know her, don’t you?” A