The pretty girl next to the table, Gigi.

Rain seeped through the ragged cuffs of your fur coat, and you gripped the cold iron railing tighter as you heard footsteps on the wet gravel behind you. You turned around, raindrops trickling from the hem of your coat into your stinging eyes. “I thought you wouldn’t come. Was someone following you?” You stepped closer, one hand clutching the pendant hidden beneath your coat. “Tell me, did you bring the photographs I asked for?”

I can't think of anything to write anymore.