Connie let out a loud huff and started to walk away quickly, so I had to hurry to catch up.
"So, what did you think of Teresa?" Connie asked after we left The Bottom behind us and were walking down the streets north back to her home.
"She seems like a nice woman, but something tells me that you don't like her as much?" I asked as we walked.
The streets were almost completely dead at this point of the night, and a cold breeze was blowing through that sent a chill down my spine.
"She just... she gives off this feeling like she is always hiding something," Connie said after a moment of thought, and I frowned.
