The space between us

Rowan

I walked straight into the bar, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room until I found Adrian. He was already on his second drink, lazily twirling the glass between his fingers as if he had all the time in the world.

I sat down across from him without a word. He glanced up, unimpressed, and asked, "So?"

"It's done," I said, leaning back in my seat. "Everything's sorted. It wasn't that hard to make him talk."

He raised an eyebrow. "No loose ends?"

"None."

He hummed, taking a slow sip of his drink. "And the problem?"

I shook my head. "Won't be a problem much longer."

He let out a dry chuckle. "That so?"

"I'll handle him." My voice was flat, certain. "He's too small to be anything more than an inconvenience."

"How do you intend to solve that?" He asked.

Now, it was my turn to chuckle, "I don't ask you about your methods so don't ask me about mine."