No breaking up

She shouldn’t think too much about it.

“What’s it that you wanted to show me?” He sat over at the easy chair, he had a glass on, that made him look like her father when he was reading a book. Had the same eyeglasses as he did.

She squats in front of him, staring at the glass with a smile on her face.

“I remembered my dad wearing this.” She said and touched them with he index finger.

“I could give them to you if you want.”

She shook her head at him.

“It looks better on you. It’s not gonna look

that good on me.” She laughed and stood up, taking the file that Moscow had given her earlier.

“Ain’t looking like some sugar daddy.” She taunts him, he was giving her that kind of vibe.

“I’m your sugar daddy.” He was good with words. She would give that to him.

“Here it is.” She stretched them to him.

“What is it?” He took them from her hands.

“The list of asylum he visited and the ones he hasn’t been to yet, he wants us to go over it. He said this.. the one he’d marked last, he said t