01-02-2015, 11:39 PM
It was early for her to be at bar, but she wanted a drink and a place to think. Unfortunately, there were few places that weren’t in the grasp of one or the other of the cartels. It was her first time at her current location and thus far, Camila had appreciated the solitude. It didn’t take long, however, for the doors to open and a man and child to walk in.
She watched them for a moment, unsure as to how to take the little girl’s demeanor. There wasn’t much of a resemblance that she could tell, but who knew, perhaps the kid took after her mother. Taking a sip from her bottle, Camila turned her thoughts to other matters. Part of her felt idle. Time had slipped between her fingers and nothing had really changed from when she first started getting at the cartels; at least not in any manner that would satiate her impatience. Damien had his plans, and for the mean time, she had her instructions.
Setting her cerveza down on the table Camila found her attention to the newcomer. From what she had seen, he seemed to have a close relationship with the bar tender. If he offered to help her, as he had, perhaps he was a little more than a mere patron to the place. “No, thanks. I’m fine with this. Your daughter?”
She glanced over at the little girl. Something about the child didn’t sit well with her, and Camila returned her gaze back to the man. “Not very fond of pandas?”
She watched them for a moment, unsure as to how to take the little girl’s demeanor. There wasn’t much of a resemblance that she could tell, but who knew, perhaps the kid took after her mother. Taking a sip from her bottle, Camila turned her thoughts to other matters. Part of her felt idle. Time had slipped between her fingers and nothing had really changed from when she first started getting at the cartels; at least not in any manner that would satiate her impatience. Damien had his plans, and for the mean time, she had her instructions.
Setting her cerveza down on the table Camila found her attention to the newcomer. From what she had seen, he seemed to have a close relationship with the bar tender. If he offered to help her, as he had, perhaps he was a little more than a mere patron to the place. “No, thanks. I’m fine with this. Your daughter?”
She glanced over at the little girl. Something about the child didn’t sit well with her, and Camila returned her gaze back to the man. “Not very fond of pandas?”