Braiya Verrone

You hadn’t expected to see her. Not here.

You were waiting for the light to change, standing beneath the awning of a convenience store, hands buried in your coat pockets. Then, through the curtain of rain, you saw her. Braiya Verrone. For a second, neither of you moved.

Then, slowly, she lowered the umbrella just enough to get a better look at you. A flicker of something passed across her face—recognition, curiosity, maybe something more disdainful. She spoke. "You're still around."