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“Actually... yeah. One person. She asked for all the pictures. Seemed very interested.” “Who?” I demanded. “Solene Waverly.”

I asked with a very calm and persuasive voice, like I was talking to an angry toddler. Slowly, he looked up from the papers again and arched an eyebrow at me, a questioning look in his bored eyes. “Why are you suddenly asking me that? Why do you want to know?” He asked. Ugh! I exclaimed inwardly, this is what I had wanted to avoid, a question for a question, Ares was so tiring. “Well, you know…” I didn’t know what to say, but I had to get some information from him, it was a necessity. “Oh common just tell me, are you guys friends?”

my answer. Look at me if this is what my eyes are looking for. But what can I expect, I left him. Where else do I have to go back. I think Ace noticed that I was looking for something. "Are you looking for Stevenson?" is a straightforward question. I turned my attention to him.

He raised his head slowly and blinked at me through thick rimmed glasses. “Whatchu want?” He asked gruffly as though customers coming in greatly offended him. “Err..I was…. I'm looking for someone.” I scratched my head and looked around uneasily. The old man said nothing for a few seconds and then made an annoyed sound, “The someone doesn't have a name?” “Oh, um…. Little Lenny?” I cleared my throat. “You asking me a question or what? Speak up boy. I haven't got all day.” “I'm looking for Little Lenny. He said to come here.” I said a little more boldly.

the waiter said standing there with our tray of snacks "Thanks " I said. We diged in . "So what do you need my help for ?" Mk asked after taking a sip from his espresso. "I need you to search someone " I said quietly looking round to find anything SUSPICIOUS. "Okayy name?" He asked "That's the thing I dont know his name " I said sighing. Fuck I didn't even think of this . Stupid stupid stupid Nessa . "Nessa what's going on?" He asked "Where do I start from?" I said placing my head on the table.

Clearing my throat I say “Who are you?” “ Who's asking?” he says. Before I could say anything Jamille was shaking me awake, I love my best friend damn she has the worst timing ever.

I said, keeping my voice nice but firm, "do any of you know where I can find August?" Their surprised looks only deepened. One of them raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure what to make of my presence. "August?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. "What do you need with him?" I forced a polite smile, keeping my tone casual. "Just looking for him. It's important." The man exchanged glances with the others but didn’t ask further questions. "I haven’t seen him today," he finally said, shrugging. Just as I was asking the fourth person, I heard a familiar voice from behind me. "Akira?"

She turned and looked at me, asking, "Who are you?" I paused, taken aback by her direct question, and placed my hand on my chest, questioning myself. "Who am I?”

“Does it matter who I'm asking this for?” “It does, this way I can tell you exactly where to get it.” Shit! I knew he was going to be like this. Maybe I never should have mentioned it. I should have held back the best way I could. “Miss Keira, why aren't you answering.” I snapped out of my thoughts, taking my gaze over to him. Well, since I already asked about it, I should carry it out to the end.” “I'm actually asking this for a friend.” “A friend?" He asked with a raised brow.

He asked looking at me. "Yes" I responded. Holding my breath, I anticipated his reply. "Malcolm Wilson." Shit.