Eat the Rude

Juliette was aware of Hannibal leaving early this morning. He kissed her cheek and whispered something about texting her this evening. She heard the birds outside her window marking the arrival of the morning. She flopped to the edge of her bed and grabbed her phone. 10 AM.

    "Damnit." she muttered under her breath.

Usually she took today off but a patient had been referred to her by an old colleague. Juliette heaved herself out of bed, shivering in the cold morning air. She hurried to her closet and chose her favorite dress by Laura Byrnes. Black, tight and off the shoulders. She smoothed her red locks and fixed her makeup. She made herself a cup of tea and cleaned up the mess from last night. She smiled to herself as she recalled the feeling of Hannibal's tongue between her thighs. She was shaken from her day dream by the doorbell. She checked herself one last time in the large mirror that hung in her foyer. She opened the door and was met by a young man with a tousled mess of dark curly hair and large mournful eyes framed by dark rimmed glasses.

    "Hello Dr. DeLoncre, my name is Will, Will Graham."