Durrell Landon arrived at the underground parking lot, where the dim lighting cast an eerie and silent shadow over everything around.
Quiana Sutton leaned against a stone pillar, lighting a cigarette, smoking leisurely. At the moment the flame extinguished, her face was as dreamy and ethereal as depicted.
He had to admit, among all the people he knew, only Quiana Sutton gave him that particular feeling when she smoked.
Fallen into temptation, indulging in momentary pleasure, just for this fleeting joy.
He walked towards Quiana Sutton.
"Why aren't you sitting in the car?"
Seeing Durrell Landon approaching, Quiana Sutton found a nearby trash can, extinguished the cigarette butt, and asked lightly, "Are you done with your conversation?"
Durrell Landon looked at her and replied with a "Hmm," the sound so subtle that it seemed to melt into the night, chilling to the core.
