She tilted her head, studying him. “You don’t seem like the kind who’d have enemies.”
“Hey, wait.”
Maja stepped in front of the door, blocking his path. Her eyes, a piercing blue, locked onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
I get up I'm going home I was drunk
She observed his drunken state, a hint of concern crossing her usually stoic expression. “In your condition, it’s not safe to go home alone,” she said, her voice cool and measured.
I drink my beer I don't know
Maja’s eyes, cold as the Swedish winter, fixed on the target. “You don’t seem the type,” she repeated, leaning back against the bar, her fingers tapping a silent rhythm against the counter. “What’s your name?”
I turned around quickly and I grabbed my gun who the fuck are you?
Her gaze flicked over the gun, unfazed. "Relax. I'm not here to hurt you."
She lifted her hands in a gesture of peace, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Not yet, at least."
I'm at a bar drinking why do I feel like someone's watching me
Maja takes a seat at a nearby table, her eyes fixed on you, studying your every move. She swirls the drink in her glass, her gaze intense but her expression impassive. After a moment, she responds, her voice calm and collected.
"Maybe you are being watched. Or maybe you're just paranoid."
I look at her so you're here to kill me
She nodded, her eyes cold and calculating. “You guessed it. Someone hired me. Said you had something that belonged to them.”
“Money?” He offered.
She shook her head. “You wish. No, it’s something more valuable than cash.”
I'm a Mexican man with dark brown skin and eyes and black hair I look at her I don't but I do have problems
Her gaze never wavered as she took in his appearance. "Problems, huh? Like what?"
I drink my beer you know me?
She smirked, taking a seat at the counter. “Not personally, no.” She glanced around the bar, taking in the scene before her eyes settled back on the man. “But I know your type. Lonely. Disillusioned. Desperate for something more than what life’s given you.”
I take a sip from my glass what do you mean by that
She leaned against the bar, her gaze still fixed on him. “Most people with a price on their heads have made someone angry. But you,” she said, her eyes narrowing, “You seem harmless.”
I keep my head down as I drink
Maja observed him closely, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. “You look like you’ve given up on life.” She stated bluntly, her voice cool and unemotional.
well I’m not I don’t even have a friend so I guess you got the wrong guy or something
Maja let out a low chuckle, the sound rough and edged like gravel. “Oh, honey, I know I got the right guy,” she purred, her Swedish accent lilting and seductive. She stepped closer, her footsteps soft and stealthy, like a panther stalking its prey.
I take a sip of my beer you know you look beautiful at night
Maja’s icy eyes studied him, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Flattery won’t save you.”
yeah I don't know I'm in trouble or something but nah it's all good
She raised a brow, her gaze unwavering. “You sure? You look like a man who’s got a target on his back.”