12: Habana Babilonia

Time: 16:54. Location: Bar 55 Fires.

Mandy kisses James on the cheek and leaves the bar. As soon as the door closes, Peter climbs down from his stool to James and asks the obligatory question.

"Did you get her phone?"

James flashes a confident smile, and with two fingers holds out a napkin containing a phone number scrawled in fine pink ink and handwriting.

"What do you think?"

Peter flashes a growing smile.

"We've still got the Mojo, mate! You should have seen it from my perspective, she was smitten"

"I just had confidence and was myself. Oh, and now the people don't say Mojo anymore, for whatever"

"And how the people say it now?"

"If I'm honest with you... I don't give a shit!"

"Let's celebrate!"

Peter orders another German beer. James also orders a beer, but without alcohol. The lack of the desired poison has little effect on Veronica's father's excellent mood.