Anton sat, quietly listening, head c****d slightly to one side, determined not to miss a word. He listened to the sound of the other"s voice; hypnotic, the intonation soft, yet persuasive. As always, Anton felt mesmerised by the almost musical reverberation inside his head whenever he heard that voice. Enraptured by the soothing voice, he felt cocooned from the world around him, nothing and no-one else existed, only the voice mattered, and Anton listened, captivated and at the same time, trapped by the voice in his mind. The voice slowly faded, receding into the far recesses of his mind, and Anton unconsciously answered in a low voice “I know, I know. I understand what needs to be done”.
“Are you alright, m"sieur?”
The voice of the waitress suddenly cut in on Anton"s thoughts. She had ar
