Sixty

When the waiter set the try down and turned around to leave, I slowly withdrew my hand away from my gun with my eyes still on him.

But just as I relaxed, I saw him reach into his coat, and immediately I jumped to my feet and grabbed him by the waist, pushing him towards the wall, away from Atlas.

"Aria, what are you doing?!" Atlas shouted, his voice shaky with fear.

At that moment, he elbowed me in my face, and after my grip loosened on him a bit, he turned around, and that's when I saw the gun in his hand.

"Oh my, he has a weapon!" Miles yelled, sounding so bogus than a terrible actor.

Ignoring the pain in his chin, the blood seeping from the cut in my ski