"Part of growing up is realizing you learn to love so many people. It's about forming those relationships and finding out what will last forever."
-Dylan O'Brien
La Belle Nuit, Belle City, 8:32p.m
The waitress brought their meals to the table. Denella and Raphael both thanked her. They both smelled so good and tasted even better. Denella looked around inspecting even inch of the restaurant. The restaurant had three chandeliers. The one in the center was the biggest and it hung right above them. She had this weird feeling inside of her and she could tell that she wasn't the only one who was having that certain feeling.
Denella was always aware of her surroundings. She noticed this lady at the table next to them. She was older and used makeup to cover up her wrinkles. Her face looked as if it were a colouring book with all the makeup. She looked like she was in her fifties and she was more to the big side. Her eye shadow didn't suit her at all, and she didn't dress her age. Her royal blue skirt was tight on her, and it was way above her knees. Her blouse was tucked in her skirt and it showed all the fat in her arms. Her hair was tied back and looked like it hadn't been combed. You could see all the knots in her thin, orange hair. She sat with someone who looked like her husband. He looked a few years younger than her and resembled a broomstick. They weren't talking or laughing, but eating both eating with a serious look on their faces.
She felt as if someone was watching them, eyeing their every move. She gave Raphael that look. He knew what she was trying to say. All of a sudden, they saw a red dot on the overweight lady.
"Everyone, get down!" Raphael ordered.
Everyone panicked and dropped to the floor as they heard gunshots. Raphael ran to Denella and pinned her on the ground.
"What's happening?" Denella asked.
"There's someone outside on the roof of the building next to here. We need to stop them." He said as he grabbed her hand and they ran to the back exit dodging all the bullets. Raphael pushed the painted door and left it to slam shut. He and Denella scaled to the top of the building that was beside the restaurant. The man with the gun looked shocked when he saw them.
The man was short and it was as if he showered in cologne because he was soaked it in.
It took both, Denella and Raphael, to realize who he was; the guard that escaped with the Amarillo Starlight. He pointed the gun so it would face him, his fingers gently caressing the trigger.