DATE: August 16th, 2042
TIME: 4:13 PM
LOCATION: Downtown, The City Cafe.
Stephanie flinched some as the man clenched his fists, making her heart flutter some. She looked up again from her food, but the man had relaxed again. She lowered her head again, but kept them up enough so that she could look at the man, looking at his hands and occasionally looking at his eyes before quickly darting her eyes again. She had relaxed enough to allow her beating heart to slow down to a more normal pace, yet she still glanced around now and again.
She listened to the man talk again, speaking of how he avoided that place and that what they did there was wrong. She agreed with what he said, but mostly liked listening to him talk. His voice didn’t hold any malice or disgust. It was calm and open, glad that he didn’t seemed angry or annoyed. She watched as he slide on of the laptops in front of him, his face covered by the black casing of the machine.
Finishing off the cinnamon bun carefully, she watched as he slide the machine close, looking back at her and smiling. She enjoyed the smile, carefully looking at his clean teeth and glancing back at her empty dish. She took another sip of water, a thin film of water having formed on the outside of the glass, the icy water contracting with the air. She looked up again to see that he was looking off again into the bar. He had offered her another one of the buns, and was about to say no when her stomach growled again.
With a blush, she glanced down at her lap, feeling uncomfortable again. Glancing around the room, she noted three people, burly looking men wearing all black. Their eyes veiled behind glasses, low hats sitting low on their heads. The flush from her face drained like water from a spigot. Glancing back down at the table, she started quivering lightly, trying to keep a steady breath and not bolt out of the chair towards the door, which unfortunately they were closer to the door.
“Could I have another bun?” Stephanie said meekly, just managing to keep the tone of fear out of her voice. She figured if she could seem normal, the men wouldn’t try to take her back, but that was crushed as one of them shifted in their seats, coughing lightly. She looked back into her lap, her mind taking over again.
*Ma..maybe he is one of them, and was just stalling for backup. Who knows what he was typing in … * her mind started, spiraling downwards into even darker thoughts. She eyes darted around as a second voice spoke up, a female voice this time. She didn't know who it was or really cared, but the woman said that she should come with. Her heart sank like a rock when these words finally wormed her way into her brain. Her body, now numb from fear, gripped her hands into fists as her mind went blank, ignorant with the current surrounding.
Her mind running with every urge to run, but she was rooted, fear having oddly enough slowed her breathing. Her body felt strangely heavy, and her stomach was in slight turmoil, her eyes transfixed on the table and the deep wood graving. All she wanted to do was run away, staring at the wood as though she could literally sink into the wood.
"No..no thank you?" She said, her voice barely a whisper.
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