Jose left Valeria to herself while he went about his business. This made Valeria more interested in Blackrose. She picked up her phone and began to type her number. There was no reply from her secret messenger.
Of course, probably because Rose is Blackrose? "Don't think too much about it, Valeria. Focus on your task!" She muttered to herself.
A young man not more than thirty years walked over to Valeria and sat next to her. "You must be the unique author that wrote this piece." He said to her.
Valeria looked to observe the person beside her. "I'm sorry?"
The hall was crowded but somehow, all the noise didn't seem to affect her. Maybe there had been some sort of noise barrier that protected her ears or so.
