"I'll take that as a no" I mutter while taking a look around, expecting another guest.
Heela muffles her laughter, and places her elbows on the table.
Her fingertips touch as she taps her thin lips with her thumbs.
She has a feint smirk on her face as she inspects me.
She seems to have made up her mind about something, and pours more water into the bowl.
"I wonder when, and where the exchange would happen".
"I wonder what I am being traded for, or for whom".
"Lucci will probably fatten me up like Heela, I much prefer Heelas direct method".
"It leaves no room for miscommunication".
"She says, I do".
"Until she gets tired of me and I fade away, I'm good until this thing is over".
Glancing at Heela who is still looking at me, I clean my fingernails.
"Reminds me of therapy, this whole planet can use therapy".
"What's a planet"? Heela asks.
