Becca walked out of the bar and into the street. She nodded to the people who looked at her and then continued on her way. She walked in the streets, splashing through the puddles. She walked down to a Еда place, deciding it was better to rest a little while. A колокол, колокольчик, белл jingled as she entered. A little woman came to the counter, gray-streaked red hair pulled into a bun. Her blue-green eyes were warm and inviting. Just like her shop.
“What can I get you?” the woman asked.
She had a strong accent, one Becca couldn't place.
“A hot cup of coffee,” Becca answered.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
Becca moved to sit in a chair when the woman turned. She froze. On the back of the woman's neck was a tattoo. One Becca knew.
“Rain is wonderful, don't Ты think?” Becca asked.
The woman looked at her.
“Yes. But I prefer the sun.”
Becca smirked.
“Rain is better. Wipes away any secrets.”
The woman turned back to her and Becca lowered the fabric on her shoulder. On her left shoulder was a matching tattoo. The woman looked at her, her face serious.
“Shallow is my name.”
“Sparrow.”
“Ah. The chosen one. I know of you. Come into the back. We can talk there.”
Becca nodded, making her way inside. Shallow closed up her Магазин before joining her. She closed the door into the back room before making some coffee. She handed Becca a cup and sat in a chair across from her guest.
“We have much to discuss, Sparrow.”