Kayla looked towards Adrian and Leon and she folded her arms. "The name Mark says nothing to me, I've never heard of it before and I have -never- made an accusation towards you. If it's anyone, it is him who has accused you of something and you who did actually say that you suspected me of being a cop while I am not." Kayla said with a deadpan voice while she looked at Adrian to look him in the eyes, no hint of lying being in her expression or her voice.
She then turned back and shook her head. "Men." She sighed and brushed some hair behind her ear. "Pardon Miss, seems we have to speak another time." She said gently with a faint smile before she walked out of the club before the bouncers could come close to her and she waved slightly towards Adrian.
Kayla stopped outside of her apartment and took out a cigarette from her purse before she placed it between her lips and lit it up. She looked up at the sky through the window in the hallway with a surprisingly calm expression and she rested back against the wall.
"And this is why I work solo. Why can they never accept my wishes?" She thought to herself and let out her hair from the bun so it rested down her chest and back, her hair now being slightly curled due to having been tied up in a bun for so long.
She then grabbed her keys and unlocked the apartment before she walked inside and slammed the door shut, heading over to the balcony as she walked and she threw her purse on the sofa before she slid the balcony door open and stepped outside, leaning against the railing while the cigarette lit up a small part of her face whenever she took a drag and she exhaled deeply through both her nose and her mouth. As she looked up at the sky, a few tears rolled down her cheeks and she gritted her teeth slightly when she had removed the cigarette from her mouth and held it between two fingers.
Of course she remembered Mark, she remembered everything about him. His kind nature, his dedication to the job, his finesse with handling people and most of all, his gentle spirit. She remembered his voice, his touch and every last bit of him that made him special. The funeral was one she had set up in honor of Mark as he had always talked to her how he wanted to see the cherry blossoms but never had the chance, they had even discussed going on vacation just for that. But the night before their flight left was the night he had been killed.
"Mark... I wish you could just come back, I'm so scared, I'm so confused... I don't know what to do and I just... I want to find the bastards who did this to you so that you can finally rest in peace... I don't know what to do anymore." She thought to herself and lowered her head while a few low sobs escaped her lips and the tears began rolling down as she sat down in one of the chairs on the balcony.