Time slipped away from her unnoticed. The sun descended beyond the horizon, leaving streaks of crimson and gold that gradually bled into the darkening sky. The glow of her phone screen flickered on and off beside her, notifications piling up. Missed calls. Messages. All from Amy.
But she was too immersed in her own world, along with the voice of her favourite artist that she simply slept off.
But what took Amy's breath away was the sight of Quinn herself. Her body was slumped against the seat, blood flowing from a cut on her forehead, her face pale and lifeless in the dim light.
Amy's heart dropped into her stomach.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
She had only meant to give Quinn a little scare, a small bump to put her in her place. But this? This was something entirely different.
"What about the one you bought yesterday?" Looking at the tall ruggedly handsome man she has seen this morning, Gianna couldn't help but queried.
