Someone’s POV
I was sipping at my creamy flavorful Macchiato as two silhouette of a man and a woman in starts to appear on the angles, I am in. As much as I wouldn’t want to ruin my focus on the gentle aroma of my coffee, I couldn’t help too. I am undercover for tonight.
I’ve been doing this for two nights in a row now and haven’t observed any changes or important actions or events happened yet not until a black car pulled over the entrance of the Devaraux House just now, discarding at least people basing on their silhouette.
And I was not wrong as I expected. No one could be better with my observing skill, really. I’m of Punzel breed for Pete’s sake. I should never be wrong with this one.
My lips literally parted as the black car starts to storm off, leaving me a clear perfect view
