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Hatfield, Pretoria’s main social spot, was bustling with life. Not a day went by when there weren’t hordes of people drinking and laughing in the suburb. News Café on a Sunday afternoon was packed with an assortment of people. A mix of students, yuppies and flea-market bargain hunters sipped cocktails while the sunset. Muffled voices and clinking glasses filled the air. A man’s drunken voice rose above the others shouting for another beer.
Louis sat at the bar drinking his Black Label and kept one eye on the door. The bar counter was still wet from the barman’s alcohol-soaked cloth. A young woman, probably a student at TUKS, wearing a pair of skin-tight denim hipsters walked past him and gave him the once-over. He noticed she changed her walk to accentuate her rear end. He chuckled. Ta
