Along the lines

Alastor paced slowly inside the café.

It wasn’t busy as before. There were only few people coming in. Most of the time, in the early morning, company workers would come here to have their meal. In the afternoon, this place would be the hotspot for youth, leisure and talked. But now, all was in silent.

The rumble of the ceiling fan was the only thing that remain and filled the entire café. The faces of the staffs laden in dread. Their movements were like undead, slow, and robotic.

Alastor sat at the stool in front of the serving table.

A familiar face came to her, it was Kate. She was in her usual uniform.

“Oh it’s you.” She started. “What can I get for you?”

“The usual.” Alastor replied.

Kate scrutinized him before she left to the kitchen. After ten minutes, she came back and brought an aromatic pie and black coffee. She put it in front of him.