Honestly, I believed Isolde knew I was in no way going to keep to her orders, and if she didn't, then well...
Echo!!
From last night, I had kept a tight watch on my immediate surroundings.
I didn't think my episode with the Pope would warrant or spur any further action, but with how long I had lived, I refused to underestimate the foolishness of humans, their crazy desire to please another.
Unlike before, where I walked and stopped a cab, I made my way to the extraordinary café, one hidden so much in the open.
As I stepped into the establishment, enjoying the mysterious chill breeze that poured over me, I moved my eyes around and was surprised to see that the population in the room exceeded ten persons, yet there was no Chiara.
There were two people, a couple seemingly, occupying one table, two women at another, and then a group of young men and women gathered around yet another.
