Seb sat quietly in the back of the black Rolls Royce. Her eyes were focused straight ahead, instead of on the bleak city that passed outside. She’d been away on ‘business’ for almost a week, and had just got back into London a few hours ago.
Her phone suddenly gave a familiar, ‘flirty giggle’.
Picking up her iPhone5, and gently dragged her finger across the screen.
The phone model hadn’t exactly been released yet, but it had been a going-away present to her from ‘Jim’. Considering the amount of work she did for the consulting-criminal, it was a pretty small splash in the pond, as far as gestures of earned gratitude and loyalty went.
‘Outside. - JM’
Turning, Seb sharply peered out the rain-spattered window of the luxury car, to see that they were stopped at the junction of Piccadilly Circus. Initially, her seasoned-eyes scanned for possible threats, discrepancies, or enemies. But when none were found, she turned her sights to the scrolling, blinking advertisements.
One screen began to quickly flicker.
A simple ad, white background, black text… and then it was gone in a mere second.
Sliding back to sit properly in her seat, Seb’s cool orbs flicked back down to the phone; manic-giggle ringtone sounding again.
‘Do you think about me? - JM’
The corner of Seb’s lips quirked ever so slightly.
‘I never let myself think about you. S’
‘Good answer. - JM’
‘What did you bring me back from Amsterdam? - JM’
‘Knife set. S’
‘Come home. I want to play with them. With you. - JM’
‘On route. S’
Also because I didn’t want to call them ‘Jane’ or ‘Sabrina’ etc.