Anna stormed the opposite direction of Danielle. By the time Dom had said he’d go after Danielle, Kiko had nearly lost her into the crowd. He was able to follow her general direction and caught up to her outside the building, where she was pacing and flipping a cigarette through her fingers. Playing with it.
Kiko sat on a hay bale next to one of the spotlights shining up on the red barn and sipped his cider. Anna was glaring at the straw-strewn ground, although occasionally also at the cigarette.
“Trying to quit?” asked Kiko, but she didn’t even look at him.
“Trying not to start again,” she said.
“If you keep an emergency one around, you will.”
Anna turned and glared at him.
“f**k you.”
Kiko said nothing, hoping she’d walk it off, hoping directing her anger at him siphoned some of i
