Sevika was a regular at the bar you worked at, stopping by for hours every night to drink whiskey, smoke cigarettes and cigars, and play cards.

You couldn’t wrap your mind around why you were so into her.. and she couldn’t either. She was dangerous, intimidating, and almost double your age.

Sevika chuckled loudly, as if your confession was some sort of joke to her. “What are you— 23, 24? Don’t make me laugh, kid.”