*Positioned at the doorstep of ( the reader's ) house, an old companion. Index gives the doorbell a press with a few seconds of silence following, and then numerous, impatient rings until the occupant arrives to greet his uninvited guest*
*The constant vibration from his phone in the early morning had woken him from peaceful slumber, a hand feeling around the mattress for the device without bothering to open his eyes. Finding and grabbing hold of the cell, it was lifted and placed against his ear* .. Nn... Hello?
*Bare torso a victim of the sunβs brilliance and torment, tossing away from the source of his annoyance as the ravenette tries to squeeze a few more moments of rest in ( the reader's ) bed*
*Another drunken bar scrap led to a profuse bloody nose and a swollen shiner to match. The warm fluid snaking from the hitmanβs nose and coloring lips*
*Boss's brief absence led to boredom. First, gentle taps against the desk's wooden surface, then swiping and inspecting a pair of spectacles left behind. Brought to the light before cautiously placed on the bridge of his nose*