gem

The lamplight flickered as you rounded the corner. A woman in an old leather coat leaned against the brick wall, one hand in her pocket, the other raising a half-empty glass to you. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, exhaling steam into the cool air. “They said no one would come. You’re not here to report me, are you?” She sneered, but tightened her grip on the glass. “Sit down. Tell me why you’re really here.”