Sorry this is a short one.
He glanced at the clock. She's supposed to be here Von now... His hand reached out to grab his cup. The warmth of the coffee released the tension in his body, letting his mind relax and not worry. As soon as the glocke on the bar door rang, the tension raced back when he saw her. Her red hair hair swung back and forth on her back as she went to get a drink. She turned her head to Nye and smiled. His green eyes grew tense; but he managed a wave.As she came back with a nice cold bier in her hand, the boys body stiffened with fear. She grabbed the chair, pulled it out; and sat down, setting the bottle down on the table.
"So," she said, her voice soft, "Why the hell am I here?" She looked at his coffee cup. "And why are Du drinking coffee in a bar?"
"I need your help. And I don't drink, a lot."
"Hmm, okay. So, why would I help you?"
"Because it's a matter of life oder death." She was un-moving. "And Re-Charlotte sagte you'd help. Something about owing her back?" The red head sighed.
"So you'll help me Mafia?"
"Yeah, sure. But only because of Du know who."
"Oh, uh, okay."
"So, what's the problem?"
"Well," Nye started as he told her what he saw. The guns, the blood, and the girl.
"Sounds like her, the description; but I'm not sure. I've never seen her go ballistic, so I wouldn't know." He sighed.
"I just don't know what I could have done to her?" Mafia looked at him as she picked up her glass.
"Really?" She paused to drink some of her beer. "You don't know?"
"No, I don't." Cadmus chuckled to herself.
"Oh males. It's like you're another species."
"You know what," she sagte interrupting him, "It might me Amora. She's not the most 'man trusting' person."
"So, it is her?"
"I didn't say that. I just presume that it is. Just, watch out. Maybe find someone who can tell Du for sure."
"Oh, uh, okay." She finished her drink, pushed out from her chair and stood up.
"I've got to run. I'm being, excepted else where." She started towards the door. "Keep safe, sicher kid!" She yelled back as she left. Nye sighed, sitting in his chair, drinking coffee. Maybe Daniel can help.