Hannah turned her head to look at the newcomer, her eyes slightly lifted to reveal a faint smile, "Jimmy Simmons."
The warm glow fell upon her exquisite face, the corners of her eyes lifted slightly, bringing out a hint of seductive charm.
When she called his name, it instead seemed to put quite a distance between them.
Jimmy Simmons chuckled without approaching, just leaning against the wall, a lit cigarette between his fingers, its light flickering, "Waiting for Arnold Simmons?"
The air seemed to carry a faint scent of tobacco.
It wasn't exactly pleasant.
Hannah looked down to check the time.
Nine thirty on the dot.
Fifteen minutes to go until the appointed time.
Only, Arnold Simmons had a habit of arriving early.
Looking up again, Hannah's tone was serious yet somewhat nonchalant, "Did you stop him?"
Her tone was certain.
She looked up at the man not far away, her gaze as if it could easily penetrate into a person's heart.
