Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

Molly sent Zacky a sideways smirk. She never liked to admit it, but she did harbor a certain affection for the green-eyed man, even if she didn't really care for anyone else. She finished off her coffee and crushed the cup between her hands. Zacky should have been surprised, but when it came to the skinny blonde, hardly anything surprised him anymore.

Molly got to her feet. "You ready to go?" she asked Zacky. He nodded, mashing out his cigarette before following suit. Molly led Zacky over to her car, a slick black Mercedes, and they climbed inside before driving away from the small coffee shop.