#sinlessvestal

"I'm not entirely sure you know what you are putting your foot in-

                                                 this is no game you can simply mess with."

sinlessvestal

It was a simple place and it was filled with simple people. Everything remarkably simple. And he wasn't sure if it fit well with Hannibal or not. It seemed a little distanced from him. The cafe was small and settled someplace just on the outside of Baltimore. And he had to wonder if Hannibal had known that she was here this whole time. He had cried when he said she was dead. Dead like Abigail. Everything was a lie. But still there was that deep unsettled burn pounding wildly in his chest. Trust was the sharpest of knives.

He set himself into one of the small tables in the back and asked for her. He wanted to see her, he found. Not simply because of his own agenda that he had. He wanted to know if she looked like Abigail, if she'd talk like her? He wanted to know what she had to say about Hannibal.