Ronin
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Her moment of peace would be short-lived. Not a minute later, a young lad in a dirty-looking coat entered the cafe rather hurriedly. He looked left, right, scanning the sea of patrons before his eyes settled in Aoife. They glinted with equal parts mischief and desperation.
"Hello. Hi. How are you." He sidled into the seat across from her, offering an apologetic (and admittedly handsome) smile. "I'm really sorry to do this to you, but you would mind pretending like we're really good friends and have been sitting together for hours?"
He was removing his jacket as he spoke, turning the coat inside-out and changing its color from black to a musty maroon. He tied it around his waste and rolled up his sleeves, reaching in his pocket for a newsboy hat.
"We could also pretend to be lovers, but I find that flusters people more often than not. Specially' if this is the first time we've met." He looked back at her. "Speaking of which, I'm Kol. It's a pleasure."
The sound of motorbikes grumbled somewhere outside, not far away.
"Hello. Hi. How are you." He sidled into the seat across from her, offering an apologetic (and admittedly handsome) smile. "I'm really sorry to do this to you, but you would mind pretending like we're really good friends and have been sitting together for hours?"
He was removing his jacket as he spoke, turning the coat inside-out and changing its color from black to a musty maroon. He tied it around his waste and rolled up his sleeves, reaching in his pocket for a newsboy hat.
"We could also pretend to be lovers, but I find that flusters people more often than not. Specially' if this is the first time we've met." He looked back at her. "Speaking of which, I'm Kol. It's a pleasure."
The sound of motorbikes grumbled somewhere outside, not far away.