oceur
(n.) one who stays up late.
Willow’s POV
They didn’t believe me, I didn’t care. I heard a twig snap and I looked toward the trees. A tall, lanky figure was sauntering along the rocky walk in our direction.
“I will be back,” Diego said and came to grab my hand and pulled me with him to the man. The man looked at me up and down and bit his lower lip, I pulled my hand out of Diego's rough one and walked back to the car.
“Are you the man I was on the call with?” Diego asked affably and the man nodded.
“I certainly am, Mr?”
“Bernardo,” Diego answered smiling at the man. Mafia men aren’t supposed to smile.
“Fine cars you got there, Mr. Bernardo, are they yours?” the man asked and I looked at him. He kept looking behind us, he smelt nothing but dodgy. Is he even the man Diego had to meet? Diego looked at the cars and nodded his head.