63. Unknown

As Alonzo's sleek car skidded to a halt inches away from Evelyn's vehicle, he emerged with a sense of urgency, striding purposefully towards her car.

With a determined tap, he rapped his knuckles against the glass window, each rap echoing through the stillness of the air.

Evelyn, sensing his presence, emerged gracefully from her own car, leaning casually against it with her arms folded protectively across her chest.

The wind, a silent witness to their encounter, swept past them, its gentle force rustling the fallen leaves and sending tiny whirlwinds of dust dancing around their feet, adding a touch of cinematic drama to their meeting.

“What do you want?”. She asked.

“We should let it all go”. He said.

“What do you mean let it all go?. Alonzo, you can’t quit now. It’s almost time”

“He’s happy” She gaped for a moment and chuckled. Her lips curled up into a smile.

“And since when did you care?”.