“Where the hell did you find this!” The hooded figure to the left whispered aggressively. It was not a good idea to meet in a diner, even if it was midnight with no one around.

“Is this not what you wanted?” I smiled smugly. I tapped my food impulsively and impatiently, I had another place, a more important place to be right now.

“No,” the second hooded figure chuckled, “I think this is perfect.” They then sheepishly turned to each other and smiled, then one of them slide the bag under the table and tucked it gently under their right arm.

To be honest, I don’t know what was in the bag, or at least I didn’t know what it was all about. I spent two weeks looking for it, practically chasing my own tail half the time, if you know what I mean. Whatever that thing is, whoever it’s going to, I think it’s evil.

I know what I’m doing is wrong, what it does to my mind and body, it’s not good either. But thank god I can pay rent again, and I think they’ll pay me enough for a nice dinner at a nice restaurant.

Those hooded figures slid out of the booth, their tall slinking limbs towering over me. “Shall we contact you again for another heist? We will be sure to pay you handsomely for future work.” One of them said.

“You know where to find me.” I sighed. The person without the bag reached into their coat pokets and pulled out so many bills, all of them hundreds. I couldn’t help but smile as I took the greasy paper into my own hands and into my own pockets.

Then that was it. Those mysterious people left, and I would never know who they were, or what someone was going to do with the thing that I gave them. All I got out of it was a crap-ton of money and a black eye.

I got into a fight halfway here with some guy on the street who hates me for no reason. Today he finally got the match he wanted, but I sent him home after he bit the curb. Long story short, it’s been a wild day, and I’ve been up for hours.

I started home, to an apartment not far from the diner. It was better than most apartments this side of the city, but it’s not a penthouse, if you know what I mean.

I have a roommate, my boyfriend actually, and he was at the other side of the door when I knocked. He was wordless as we went into the kitchen. “I’m surprised you’re still up.” I said.

“I’m not going to ask where you’ve been for two days because I know you won’t tell me.” He said and sat next to me at the table. “I can’t tell you.” I replied.

“You’ve said the same thing for months. You know I get worried.” He looked at me very sternly, his glare was always soft though. “Just tell me the next time you’ll have to be away, that’s all.”

“I will.” I reached for his hand and squeezed it,” I’m sorry.” My boyfriend didn’t say anything, but I knew he forgave me, or at least he would later.

“What about the black eye?” He asked. “Oh, that was the guy I was telling you about.” I replying with a sigh.

“Did you win at least.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” I laughed quietly, and he laughed along too.

“Weren’t we supposed to go on a date tonight?” I asked. “Well yes, but you weren’t here for dinner time.” My boyfriend replied.

“What about a really late dinner on my tonight?” I chuckled. My boyfriend smiled back at me, “I think we can wait until breakfast.”