@mindsmade (V.) | continued from x แ โ ห
With the unkind past staring her in the face, fretful rigidity takes hold of her thin frame; an arm stays crossed over her stomach. Straight posture pales to what it was after years spent out of the office and outside the public eye. No longer is she adorned in a work dress or heels but a pale blue romper dusted with garden dirt. Her face is nearly devoid of makeup, her hair uncoifed; she looks painstakingly natural. For it, his eyes feel invasive, and his presence presents an intrusion into her private life that is supposed to remain hidden.ย
ย ย ย ย ย Past acquaintances should not be dropping by and she wonders โ which V. gave him her contact info? Who followed her change of name and address? And for what? And to sell her out now, after sheโs been off Arasakaโs radar for years? She is in the right mind to call Santiago; his number to call is pulled up in her optics.
ย ย ย ย ย From the foyer's endpoint, a pair of stern eyes watch; a bearded man in a black leather jacket with tattoos rounding his upper right cheek and half his forehead. Goons, he says, and Brianne turns her chin to reassure softly, โItโs alright, Diego, but please, stay close.โย
ย ย ย ย ย โThey are not goons,โย she tells him after, her soft voice firm in acknowledgment. โThey are my security now. A lot has changed since last we met.โ Including what he tells her he knows. She supposes news on the street travels quickly. So he hears of a change in NC gang leadership, Vaas gone, disappeared, and what, it's enough for him to show up at her home?
ย ย ย ย ย โI have my suspicions on how you found me. But my suspicions on why you're here, I don't want to believe them.โ