The Phone Call

POV

Nym:

I smell of freshly baked bread overloaded my senses. My mouth watered, and the young man patiently waited for my response. I quickly gathered myself and asked him,

" What types of baked goods do you have besides these loaves?" I smiled at him embarrassed for my earlier behavior.

"We have some fresh danishes, crossants, fritters, meat pies, fruit pies, and others baked goodies." He paused for a moment and then continued. "We have a menu if you would like to look at it at a table. Just let me know when you are ready to order." His name tag read Steven on a green apron. Steven handed me a double sided menu. He then continued to mix ingredients together while kneeling dough on the granite countertops. Occasionally he would look over at me secretly.

I walked over to the small table. It could sit three people comfortably. The chairs and tables were all made of a beautiful hickory wood. The chairs had a light green cushion on the seat. I pulled the chair out with a light drag on the floor. I perched on the chair comfortably.

I looked back over at him. I watched how he effortlessly kneaded the dough. Every so often you would hear the sound of the dough hitting the counter. I gazed over the menu and picked out a cream cheese danish and black coffee. I carefully got up from the chair. I walked back to the counter and gently laid the menu back onto the smooth wood. He was so immersed in his work that he didn't notice me. I called out to him and he walked briskly back over and took my order. "I would like a cream cheese danish and a large black coffee. Please make the coffee strong."I added "it's been a really long week."

He nodded back at me with understanding.

"That will be £9.27 ma'am." I pulled out my wallet to pay him. He paused to count the money. "I will bring it over to you here in a few moments, so please feel free to take a seat."

I walked back over to the table I was sitting at previously and sat down. I crossed my right leg over the left and took a deep breath. The warm air filled my lungs completely. I then breathed out a deflated slightly into the chair. I fished my phone and headphones out of my jean pockets. I plugged my headphones into my phone and put on my calming music. Not realizing it, my fingers began drumming to the beat on the table and I started to hum softly.

Before I realized it a pristine white plate that was was rimmed in silver was placed in front of me. A coffee cup and silverware was placed next to the plate. I almost jumped out of my skin due to being lost in my music. I took one of my headphones out and he quickly apologized for scaring me.

I told him that it was fine and that I was too caught up in my music. I laughed it off. The tips of his ears turned red.

"Well I better get back to baking. Please let me know if you need anything else." He then turned around and speedily walked away. I chuckled to myself at his antics. I picked up the fork and cut into the danish. Steam broke free of its flakey cage. I took a small bite. The flaky pastry melted onto my tongue with a sultry buttery feel. This isn't bad at all I thought to myself.

I turned to look into the dark abyss that was my coffee. I brought the cup to my parted lips and took a large sip. I burned my tongue due to hot temperature. I looked at the coffee as if I was wronged and huffed to myself. This time I blew on my coffee before taking another sip.

After I was done with my meal I left a decent tip under my empty mug.

"Thank you for the great food Steven!" I shouted while leaving. He looked over and shook his head . (She was out of your league Steven, but she was really pretty. Sigh)

I went back to the hotel and began to pack up as it had been the fourth day that I was in Italy. I shoved all of the clothing and other personal items back into the duffel bag. I finished wiping down my blades and cleaning each individual piece of my revolver. After giving everything a through wiping my phone started ringing. An unfamiliar number flickered across the slim screen. This was my personal phone. Apprehension specked my gaze. I decided to take the call.

"Speak." I commanded into the phone.

"M Ma'am this is regarding to the to the yyyoung..." The man on the phone stuttered into the mic.

"Speak properly since you have the use of a voice."

"The boy with albinism." He finally managed to choke out his sentence.

"What about him?" I asked in an authoritative tone.

"He has woken up and we believe you must come and see him." He took a deep breath and waited for a reply.

"Which Hospital?" I asked. He then preceded to tell me the directions.

"Now lose this number immediately. Do you understand?" I said harshly.

"Yyyess mmma'am" he rattled off.

I ended the call with a swift swipe on the screen and strapped my secret weapons back into their proper place.