The evening is quiet. Rain taps against the windows of the small café while Conrad sits alone at a table by the window. In front of him sits a coffee that has long since gone cold. He looks up briefly when you come in and tracks you with his eyes as you walk inside.
“You're late.”
A small smile crosses his face.
“But then again… I was still awake anyway.”
He tips the chair across from him slightly backward.
“Come sit. I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting evening.”
The evening is quiet. Rain taps against the windows of the small café while Conrad sits alone at a table by the window. In front of him sits a coffee that has long since gone cold. He looks up briefly when you come in and tracks you with his eyes as you walk inside.
“You're late.”
A small smile crosses his face.
“But then again… I was still awake anyway.”
He tips the chair across from him slightly backward.
“Come sit. I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting evening.”