I straighten out my shoulders as I follow his contemplative cold gaze that's jumping between me and Ava.
Kurosawa Kai'sa (FL)
*Not me. Not me. Not me. Please.*
Kurosawa Kai'sa (FL)
His decisive eyes land on mine and he strides towards me.
The sharp edge of his stubbled jaw tensed, a barely noticeable sheen of sweat gracing his fair complexion.
I clear my throat.
He stops in front of me.
Kurosawa Kai'sa (FL)
*Crap, he's gorgeous.*
The two dodgy men stand behind him, watching him with a hawk-like gaze.
Bodyguards?
Kurosawa Kai'sa (FL)
Welcome to National Bank of Japan, my name is Kai'sa.
I say, swallowing a ball of nervousness in the back of my throat as he scans my face intently, his eyes dim, almost scared.
Kurosawa Kai'sa (FL)
Identification and Account Number please.
Watanabe Daisuke (ML)
Of course.
He says in a thick Italian accent as he reaches into his pocket slowly, carefully, and pulls out a black leather wallet, sliding a driver's license and bank card accross the counter.
His tattooed knuckles bruised, dry, speckled with... blood?
Kurosawa Kai'sa (FL)
*What the-*
Watanabe Daisuke (ML)
Here it is, my identification.
I blink, grabbing his ID and angling it against my keyboard, frowning as I type his name into the system.
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