Yup, that drew some death glares from some ladies for sure.
Coconut covered her face with her fan and walked amongst the crowd. All she could think of was the man she’d killed last night. She shouldn’t feel bad, he was in her room to kill her after all. Heck, he only missed by pure chance, she’d be dead by now, snuffed out in her sleep, or would have awoken with two holes in her chest and a serious case of ouchies.
She should feel fine after her first kill. He was an assassin after all, just like her. But Coconut covered her eyes from the strong Aegean sun and all she could see before her was the silhouette of a man pointing a gun in her face.
“Are you alright, dear?” a sweet Chinese lady asked. She had too much makeup on, the classic style all older ladies do when they have an importan
