Snippet #1598879

"And, what's that got to do with me?" Frankie asked with one of his eyebrows raised skeptically, looking warily at a short man who sat opposite him with a glass of brandy in his hand which he swirled back and forth which kept distracting Frankie every so often when the liquid caught the glare of sunshine.

"Just think about it Frank, can I call you Frank?" The man asked leaning forwards with a small smile on his pale face which Frankie didn't find inviting.

"No." Frankie replied sternly as he took a sip of his drink in a cold manner not letting his eyes move from the man's face. For a while now Frankie had been liaising with a short stout man from England about a deal which could either leave Frankie struggling for his life or rolling in money and he seriously mulling the idea over whether it was worth the risk. They sat outside a small cafe at a small table while they discussed their plans which Frankie had taken the time out of his day to listen but with an extremely narrow mind: keeping his self as far away from the Englishman's plans as much possible.

"Listen Mark, I have some business to attend to. I regretfully have to leave you here but I know the villa is only a short walk away." Frankie said knocking back the last of his drink in the process of standing up making trying to make a quick escape.

"Wait, what about the deal?" Mark retorted suddenly placing a hand on Frankie's shoulder in which he promptly shook off.

"I'll think about it." He answered shortly before making his way off down the street at a quick pace breathing a sigh of relief.