At the CafeMature


"Two smoked meat sandwich, a coke and a lemonade coming up." I say to the two teenage  boys sitting in one of the booth.

I give the order to the cook before going to the next table. "Welcome to Café Duchamp, what can I do for you?" I ask with feign joy.

I look at the guy sitting in the booth with surprise, it's the same guy from earlier in the philosophy lesson.

"Oh, hey! It's you."

He nods

"Are you stalking me?" I ask, teasingly.

"No, I am not." He says, letting me hear his voice for the first time, which bears a sliver of an unidentifiable European accent.

Apparently he didn't get the joke I sigh. "Hi, I'm Cassandra, people just seem to remember the Cass part though."

"I see. Alek" He mentions rather than introducing himself.

"So, can I take your order?"

"Just a coffee."

I head back to the other tables, checking on everyone before going delivering new orders. When I look back to Alek, a shady looking man enters the room, trenchcoat, ultra-pasty skin, shades at night and mechanical movements.

My eyes follow his every move as he heads for one of the booths... sitting down in front of Alek.

"That's not remotely suspicious" I mutters to nobody. 

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