Chocolate Muffins and Chilled Iced Tea
I remember this part so vividly. Possibly because of the chocolate, or the strong aroma from the tea; I don’t know why, but I just know that this happened.
I entered the bar several hours later, with no luck of finding any posters. This town was now clear of wanted men, so it was time to move on. In a few more months though, this place would be crawling with evil once again.
I barely had a chance to look round the room before he shouted me.
“Hey! Q! Over here!”
He was sat at one of the small round tables by the bar, waving at me. I strode quickly over to him.
“Wow, you changed your clothes, and hair!” Rowe commented as he passed a glass of brown liquid to me once I had seated.
“This is how I usually look when I’m not working.”
Rowe stared at me, “You definitely don’t look like a killer sweeper now, especially with that hair now tied back and dyed blonde. Jeez, your loose black hair really can give one a heart attack. Don’t tell me you did it all for me. The jeans and coat look nice and all, but…” He sighed dramatically, “I’m just not into men, you see.”
“Fortunately, I don’t really care if you like men or not. But, for working together, I’d prefer you to stay well away from me if you wish to express your heartfelt love towards me, or I will kill you.”
Rowe gaped at me for a moment before downing his drink, “You really can’t take a joke.”
I raised the glass to my nose, “What is this?”
Rowe went mad…
“You’ve never had Cola before? It’s been around for ages! Come on; get a grip on life will you! First you wear those weird black clothes, like that freak singer; Michael Jackson from centuries ago. In general public you dress like a girl. And now you don’t know what Cola is? God, what world are you living in?” Rowe leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.
“I have not tasted Cola before, so I’d prefer to have something I know.”
I raised my hand to signal a waiter, “Excuse me, I drink only Chilled Ice Tea, not Cola.”
The waiter bowed in apology, “Sorry Mr. Quartz. I’ll bring you refreshment on the house.”
Rowe watched the waiter scurry away the glass, “So you’re a regular customer here? Coincidence?”
“With what?” I asked, leaning forward in my chair.
“That you happen to be a regular customer here, and that Max Morgan just happens to walk in? I received a tip that he was meeting some girlfriend.” Rowe glanced around, “But it seems that the girlfriend made no show.”
I stared at Rowe thoughtfully. “You are extremely sharp. I was the one who invited Max Morgan here. He was the lured into the perfect trap. Ah, thank you.” I accepted the glass from the returned waited.
“Excuse me, Mr. Quartz. You have a call from Mr. Stickleworth.”
“Denied.”
The waiter disappeared from the table.
“Who is Stickleworth?” Rowe asked, his eyes staring at me intently.
“Someone who was my contact for Max Morgan; Stickleworth sold out his client for some of my many talents.”
“And they would be?”
“My charm.”
Rowe burst out laughing. “You mean you seduced him into thinking you were a girl? You didn’t really…” He hiccupped.
“No, we had planned to meet again. But as you see, I denied meeting him.”
“Bloody hell! You are a dangerous one!” Rowe wiped a tear from his eye.
“Of course. One who has no emotions is dangerous as they feel no fear, love or guilt.”
Rowe sobered up. “You are strange.”
I ignored him, taking some interest in the food that was placed in the middle of the table.
“Those are Chocolate Muffins. You know what they are right?”
I picked one up. They smelled rich in sweetness. “Too sweet.”
Rowe scowled. He took one of the three muffins from the plate and tucked into it.
I took the opportunity to look around the room. The place was busy now, like usual. Except when Max arrived on scene earlier, the place had practically emptied itself of women and children. Only a few men left, the rest watched warily. But now, the place was as lively as a bee’s nest. Children laughing and running around. Families enjoying their meals. It was like the typical family café. Who would have thought that only hours ago, a dangerous wanted man was apprehended by the most feared sweeper, The Shadow.
“So, I’ve booked a room here for us tonight. We can leave here once we find a job.” Rowe said, swallowing the cake.
“Ok. I’ll be on the lookout for any more jobs.” I sipped at my tea.
Rowe looked at me with disgust as I drank. “That stuff is really bitter you know.”
I ignored him.
“Now chocolate and cola, that’s a different story…”
“Excuse me sir, could you book me another room?”
“Oi! I was only making a comment. No need to book another room!”
“Another room, sir?”
“No! He was kidding, kidding…right?”
I sighed heavily as I watched Rowe chase the waiter away. My life will most definitely get more interesting with this fellow following me.
Okay, I know there are some spelling errors or some grammar errors in this peice...I just haven't found tham all yet.
This is the last fully typed up chapter of life so far, so please be patient for the next chapter - Its on paper somewhere; So I've got to go through all my paper files (Which happen to be stored in 2 massive plastic boxes on top of my wardrobe).
Here are some quick questions I need to ask about my work, as I can't exactly ask myself:
What gender is The Shadow?
Is it really obvious?
Can you understand who is generally talking?
Are you confused / curious about Shadow and Rowe?
Thanks. I can't really ask myself, as I kinda know the answers you see.
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