If I gotta sin to see her again

Bianchi had sent off a slap dash note to Shamal on where to meet her so she could break his finger. She was already regretting the offer. She didn't know how long she could stand being in the same room with him. But if she was causing him pain she might be able to deal with it for a little while. Maybe. She sat in a booth at a local cafe and sipped espresso looking irritated. With herself and with him. She could just leave still. She looked at her watch and seriously considered it.