<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea shivered at Carlos' description as he filled her in. She had almost been another one of those girl--if she hadn't sensed something funny and gotten Tommy to get the guy out, she would have been the next victim.<span style="font-style: italic">"...I arrived there with a bad feeling...and I found her...in her blood..." </span>Carlos explained, his eyes haunted. Lea's eyes softened and she wondered what such a discovery had done to Carlos, as it was clear to her it had done something to him.<br/><br/>She hesitated in grabbing his hand, unsure of how to respond. Ultimately her hand timidly grasped his, squeezing softly in comfort.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I'm sorry Carlos..." </span>she whispered out. She wished Carlos hadn't made the gruesome discovery.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"We'll find him," </span>she promised. She couldn't remember the guy's face, but she felt confident that if she ran into him again she would know. She didn't tell Carlos this, though, as she was sure it would only rile him up.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"><br/>"Will you eat this?" </span>she asked gesturing to the cake in a poor attempt at changing the subject. She didn't like seeing how upset it made Carlos. She took a sip of her latte, though she didn't put it down. Instead she propped her elbows on the table and let the cup rest in her hands in front of her lips.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "I have had as much as I can,"</span>she stated, glancing down at it with a pout. It really was a delicious cake, but it was just too much.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"We should probably get going before too long to get that paint and stuff..." </span>she said to herself as she looked out the window. It wasn't late or anything, but they had been sitting there for at least an hour. She wasn't really in a rush, just was fidgety and needed to walk around. Her muscles tightened for a moment and she gave a shiver, the muscles loosening once more. She gave a sigh as she closed her eyes for a moment.