Alpha Lorenzo
A woman was sitting there, feeding a baby from a bottle in a stroller.
Farther away, a few girls were walking out loaded with shopping bags from a sports store.
Frowning, I watched the shops around me, but I didn’t catch anyone staring at me in any particular way... weird.
I looked back outside, down at the street, and then something else grabbed my attention.
A black car I knew way too well pulled up in front of the building, and the driver who always drove for me got out to open the door for... Lorenzo.
He was wearing a light blue shirt and a graphite-gray jacket, tailored pants, hair slicked back.