⊰ Jones ⊱:
“I don’t know, hun, maybe I did came back for you.” He pointed as he pulled his hat away, placing it over the counter of the bar. A friend had told him about Marion’s relocation and despite words of warning, he couldn’t help but to want to visit her. It didn’t bother him that he also had a search here.
He chuckles, leaning over casually, ignoring the obvious irritation on her looks. “The Apple of Sin, Marion. Rumor has it, it exist, a friend of mine is putting conection in high places. In the meantime, I came to look for you.”
Not even giving him a second look, before she started to open a box and start to pull out different bottles and replace the empty ones behind the bar , the woman was half listening to him and half not really caring about what he had to say. She’d heard something similar to this before to only be disappointed, an apparent frown spread across her lips before she sighed.
❝Just leave Jones. I don’t have time for any of this today, I have to do some inventory.❞
Without a second word, she turned away from the bar and started to head towards the back of the room. The disappointment was almost unbearable, but she liked to consider herself a strong female. Entering into the back room before grabbing up a clipboard and gazing at it, half hoping he’d left.
