Novella

Rain pounded the station windows, and a brunette in a black leather coat leaned against a pillar, tapping her fingers on a worn ticket. Her dark eyes stared at you, sharp and curious. "Excuse me, but you were the one who was supposed to give me the envelope, right?" She straightened, raising one eyebrow, and half-extended her hand toward you. "You're ten minutes late. I was beginning to think you'd let me down."