Veronica's fingernails had possibly never been cleaner. Logan might not have recognized her petite figure as it emerged from a shadowy place at the corner of the building, except for the fact that he was expecting her. Plus - you don't send out a goon to beat someone up if they're that small.
She was wearing a baseball cap over hair that had been tied into a low ponytail. She'd traded a kid ten bucks for the hat. It proclaimed in blue that she was a 'Dodgers' fan. She was tired, but felt relieved to see Logan. Wanting to call him about twenty times, she had kept a resolve that she didn't want any taxi guys overhearing anything Logan might say.
He may, or may not, have seen that she smiled wanly at him as she approached. Her adrenaline had been pumping since that afternoon. Seeing him meant things were only amping up, but in a way there was a relief, a familiarity that she treasured. She knew it had to do solely with him and what he'd always meant to her. Problem was she could never put in words what that was. Plus, it seemed like half of the time she'd known him (not counting the earlier years when he dated Lilly and she didn't really know him) they were at odds and she felt like cutting ties with him.
But if that were really how she felt, then why was she risking her career, and possibly life, on him?
They said nothing at first. Examining each other under the dim street lights. He looked pale to her. She noted he had a bag. Veronica wanted to hug him. Or maybe she wanted to be hugged. Instead, she pressed her eyes shut in a long blink. Restraint.
The Milk Pail was closed, but there was a small place next to it that was still open. The sign on the door (small, hard to read) said it was a 24 hour cafe. It was called 'The Spot'. Veronica lead him over and through the door. It was a dark place, and a narrow establishment. The only windows were on the front. It made her feel like she was a cat curling up under a bed. There was a group of a few teens at a table, and two exhausted waitresses filling ketchup bottles at the counter.
Veronica picked out a booth near the corner of the back right side, and slid into her side.
"I have the strangest craving for scrambled eggs."