Chapter 30

• We'd been here for an hour, and I was just about to tell Tristan to forget about it and take me home when a woman approached from the east on the opposite side of the street. Her hair wasn't as bleached, and she was dressed rather casually in a pair of black shorts, a pink tank top with some kind of colored pattern on the front, and flip-flops, but there was no mistaking that pretty face.
• Tristan saw her at the same time as I did and held up his phone, zooming in to take some photos.
• "Is that her?" Enzo asked.