Who’s That Girl? || Aisha & Brandon

“Aisha Marshall! Wake up sunshine. Time to get out of here.” Aisha stirred in the uncomfortable cot, slowly opened her eyes, and jail cell eventually swam into focus. The effects of the alcohol from the previous night were weighing down heavily on her now, making her brain fuzzier than ever before. She wearily swung her legs over the side of the cot and squinted at the jailer who held open the cell door. “Who the fuck would want to bail me out?” She asked. “Beats me. Now get your skinny ass outta my jail.” The jailer insisted, making Aisha want to intently take her time getting to her feet and walking out of the cell.

Aisha smirked as the jailer pushed her along the long thin corridor through the jail house and out into the main entrance of the building. Aisha narrowed her eyes at the figure standing on the other side of the bullet proof glass. He seemed to have noticed her and he gave her a nod. If Aisha didn’t know any better, she’d say that he recognised her. But if she didn’t recognise herself, how did he know her?