Dead or alive

“Who is she?” Sadie sipped from her glass of black americano. Her legs were over the other and sunglasses were over her face.

“Ain’t you gonna say anything?” She turned in her seat and stared at him.

“Lower your voice, will you!” Moscow half yelled, he looked sideways if he was being seen by anyone.

“Where did he get her from? She’d way younger than he, she could probably be twenty what would she wanna do with a man that’s forty.” She dropped the glass and throw her hands in the air.

“He’s not forty and she’s more than twenty.” He leaned back down and drank from the juice.

“You ain’t gonna tell me who she is ain’t you? She’s unfit, like why would Wesley, the Wesley I know and you know and we all know. Go for a girl like her, Wesley is...” She took her lips in about to spill out the most deadly word.

“A Devil himself.” Moscow shook his head disproving her.

“You haven’t seen him have you, he’s the complete opposite of what he was. He’s so calm and with a weird smile that won’t go