Now that I know what to expect, I could perfect it this time around. Cleaner, more precise. His head would make the perfect offering, especially with Juan being so symbolic to the first night we met. He’d make a more fitting tribute for my little nightmare. When he hands me the drinks, he says, “Thanks for stopping by, hope to see you again.” I give him a nod, suppressing the twisted grin tugging at my lips. Oh me too, Juan. Me too.
No please dont
