Leaving a Mark

Clara anxiously gazed through the glass, waiting for Gina to finish work. Behind her, Dante, who stood six foot three, leaned silently against her, following her gaze into the shop.

Suddenly, Clara felt a familiar presence close in on her. As she turned her head, her cheek brushed against Dante's, sending a shiver down her spine. Instinctively, she pushed him away.

"Murder!" Dante yelled as Clara'