A Cricket Bat

Country G, Frost Falls.

“Vincent? Any plans on going back to Country V again?”, Tricia asked sipping her coffee. Bailey's Starbucks; it was their favorite spot in town and they were regulars. Vincent, the alluring, cocky, 6'7 ft tall, broad chested, thirty-one years old man. They sat at a table sipping a cup of mocha.

With suspicious eyes, he whispered a “ yes why do you ask?”

“ Nothing really, just wanted to know... If I could tag along, please...”

The cold man stared at her for a while before he spoke abruptly.

“You can't tag along, Tricia. This isn't some expedition or treasure hunt. I'm going there mainly for business. I have an unfinished business with an old friend of mine.”

The girl who was no more than twenty-three years old sulked and sipped her coffee without a word. Her eyes were the first thing one would notice about her. She had amber eyes and they were the most beautiful feature on her face. She had a symmetric nose, full perky cheeks, a well defined jawline and full