Salle, Wednesday Midday
Romeo wasn't sure why Reno even wanted to speak to him, or if he felt like speaking to Reno in turn. His best friend's words from Sunday tangled with his own and sat like a knot in his stomach, and if Reno were to try to kill him with the rod, he would not blame him.
But they'd made a plan, and so Romeo was there in the Salle. Waiting and, somehow, almost hopeful.
But they'd made a plan, and so Romeo was there in the Salle. Waiting and, somehow, almost hopeful.