i nod, not listening to what she is saying to me. instead my eyes are flitting around, noting all possible exits, and watching every single person in the cafe. closely. my eyes land on the mirror, watching the people eat and serve behind me. my constantly moving eyes finally stop- on me.

to the outside person, im a calm picture. however on the inside, im a nervous wreck. i fidget with my hands, i shift on my feet routinely and i make sure im constantly ready to get up and run. my eyes, blue in colour, sweep my body, trying to work out any possible chinks in my armour. my hair, tied back for easier getaway, is brown. a change from the blonde i had last week, and the black i had before that.

"are you listening to me?" i look back at her and nod. i smile and shoulder my pack before patting her shoulder in goodbye. being in the run isnt fun, but what acn you do when youre the most wanted person in the nation?