A MAFIA LOVE STORY
“A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”
“Something like that,” I said, my eyes sparkling. “What about you? What brings you here, more than the windows ofcourse?”
Jake chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “I’m a writer, sort of. Well, an editor, mostly. I come here to get away from my desk, to clear my head. Sometimes it helps me think.”
“An editor,” I repeated, nodding thoughtfully. “I bet you can be pretty critical.”
He smirked. “Only when it comes to bad writing.”
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