Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 13. 2024.
Alessia knows that Vincent has been keen on catching her sometime, so for the passed two days, she's been avoiding him smoothly. They don't have any classes together except for Physical Education on occasions, so it's no surprise that her escapades are successful. And, she has brought it to a step where she's even eating outside after discovering her own chill spot.
It hasn't been hard to evade him at all, because he's always walking around with something playing in his ears and, most times, she just slips by without him noticing. It was on one of her sneak-away's on Wednesday that allowed her to find her spot and she's already attached.
However, that didn't last long. Has she forgotten who Vincent Guiseppe is? He's not stupid and probably has been outwitting her the entire time. He could've been seeing her and not making a move to give her hope, but who knows? He's observed that she doesn't associate herself with crowds, or anyone for that matter, but for some reason she's avoiding him directly and that just spark more questions to be answered.
Alessia is sitting peacefully, legs crossed, on the cool, trimmed grass, behind a tree and some shrubs, blocking her view of the school and vice versa. She bites into an apple she brought, phone laying in the grass beside her as she listens to the farfetched sound of rushing water, chewing happily.
She takes another bite-- "There's a river just down there, y'know? You don't seem to be good at exploring." --and accidentally swallows the solid lump, feeling it slowly make its way down her oesophagus. "I have a few questions for you." Vincent proclaims as she tries to compose herself.
She finally looks up at him, wondering why she's even surprised he found her. is hair is damp, the darkest shade of brown, and his curls are flat on his head. He looks like he just got done swimming.
"Whatever you want to know, is it any of your business? I'm not obliged to tell you anything." she grinds out in a huff before she can stop herself. She tenses up.
Hearing her voice, he frowns at its familiarity, but he can't pinpoint anything, because what he remembers is a monotonous sound. "Do I know you?" He stoops, getting ready to sit.
Hoping that her little sassy remark isn't her endgame, she doesn't respond. Her phone lights up, vibrating at the right time. She's glad to see Petro's name light up on the screen and snatches the device up before it can ring.
"Alessia, this is an active call. Get to it now."
She meets Vincent's curios gaze.
"There's an assassin giving chase to one of my business partners. I'm sending the location."
The phone pings as she jumps to her feet. Vincent keeps quiet when she begins to pack away her food and search her bag for her car keys.
"Use whatever means necessary to get Monica Perrier to my quarters alive."
"I'm on my way." she states, before beelining to her vehicle.
Vincent's eyes follow her in amusement though he couldn't hear whoever was on the other line of her call. The light hum of her Dodge bids him to stand and a matte black sports car skid through the open gate of the school, spraying dust on the unfortunate.