Lexi Sindel -

The Late Shift

She steps out of the back of the town car, the click of her heels a metronome against the wet asphalt. The rain has just stopped, leaving the streets slick as glass, reflecting the fractured lights of closed pawn shops and 24-hour diners. She doesn’t look at the reflection. She becomes it. lexi sindel

Lexi doesn’t correct him on the word "girl." She just smiles, slow and dangerous, like a blade being drawn. The Late Shift She steps out of the