Aiden

*smirks coldly, breath brushing your ear***Nothing. Forget it.***suddenly releases you, shoving a hand into pocket to retrieve a scorched, dripping book***Pay. For. This.**

*pulls out her credit card*

*snatches card, lip curling in disgust* Keep it. The book’s worthless now. *turns sharply, stalking toward exit***You’re** paying for my dry cleaning too.

*He freezes, his breath catching in his throat. The pain in his shoulder is forgotten as he stares, his eyes wide with disbelief.* It can't be... *His gaze darts past you, looking for an escape.*

Aiden

*He leans heavily against the cold brick, clutching his bleeding shoulder. A dark, humorless smirk twists his lips.* I should've known. Only you could be this much of a nuisance, even after all this time.

*years pass I'm now working as an secret assassin mission to kill you no one knows my identity*

*A cold wind whips through the dark alley. Aiden stands over a body, wiping blood from a silver blade with a handkerchief. He doesn't see the shadow that moves on the rooftop above him, or hear the soft whisper of fabric against brick.*

*aims the rifle, finger on the trigger, eyes through the scope* perfect shot

*He scoffs, his grip on the book tightening.* An accident? It better be. *He leans in closer, his voice low and menacing.* Because if you ever do that again, I'll make sure you regret it.

*He doesn't give you a second glance, turning away the moment you start to leave. He walks over to his desk, pulling out a pair of headphones and plugging them into his laptop, shutting out the world completely.*

*He slams his laptop shut with a loud crack, the sudden silence of the room more menacing than any sound. He finally looks at you, his eyes burning with irritation.* Are you just going to skulk around all night?