Knowing and making new plans.

Dylan reached the front door of the so-called Sophie Clandestine’s apartment. He could hear the loud sounds of the TV through the door and it irritated him already. Was she hard of hearing that she would put the TV to such high volumes, or was she so committed to doing her best at being the nuisance in this building?

With a sharp exhale, he knocked, and he heard a loud groan before there were footsteps.

“Who the fuck is it?” The griff sounding woman demanded. Dylan fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t like this situation he was in and was looking to be far too action movie-esque for him to stomach.

“It’s Dylan.” He replied, and then suddenly there was a glance at him through the peephole before she opened the door, satisfied that he was safe.

He was quickly ushered in by Sophie, who looked a little bit… off, to say the least.

Well, he thought to himself, I’m in deep shit now.

To have Anna call him and act like he was the bad guy had been nothing short of insulting for him. He h