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[color=ffd1d3][b]Location:[/b][/color] Dunkin’ Donuts
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As they sat there, awaiting their coffees, Desiree found herself lacking the words she had been dying to say. Then again, she wasn’t sure being talkative would've helped.  Leighton didn’t seem like much more than a middle man. Though the other woman carried herself with some obvious confidence, she was open about her relative cluelessness and inability to speak openly. Of course, for all Desiree knew, she was the head of this little hunt, and Desiree was playing directly into her trap. It was all enough to give her a massive headache. 

Tentatively, Desiree replied, [color=ffd1d3]”No sweat, Leighton. I’m sure I’ll get the answers I need soon enough. Like you said, you never know who’s listening.”[/color] She shrugged, a choppy laugh escaping her. [color=ffd1d3]”Once we get to the place you were talking about, though,”[/color] She was cautious about referring to it by name. [color=ffd1d3]”I’ll ask so many questions your ears will fall off.”[/color] 

When their coffees were prepared, Desiree stood to retrieve them. Returning to their table, she took a quick sip of her own, remaining standing. Her joints felt stiff with tension, as she realized that after this they'd be on the final stretch of their journey. She had no idea if the transfer would go smoothly, or if she would even come out alive. Maybe contacting her mother would have been a good idea, or maybe it was best if she disappeared without a trace. 

Sliding the mocha coffee over to Leighton, she asked, [color=ffd1d3]”You ready?”[/color]