My Territory

He stepped into Le Chat Noir like he belonged. Too confident. Too calm. He wasn’t a regular—I know every face that walks in here. His was new. He chose a table in the back, facing the room. Strategic. I watched him from the mezzanine, hidden in shadow. Then I descended, slow and silent. I stopped in front of him, eyes locked onto his. — What are you looking for here? No one comes to Le Chat Noir by accident.

Yumee