He shot me a smile, not the least bit bothered by my statement, “I can show you my ID if you want. The owner of the cafe isn’t around or I would’ve introduced you to him."
“But I haven’t seen you around before—"
My sentence was cut in the middle, as his phone started to ring noisily. He looked at it for a long minute and concentrated on the caller ID displayed on the phone’s screen. He picked it up after several rings.
"Hey, Cassiel. What’s wrong?” The guy who was not a serial killer immediately stilled. “What are you saying? What the f**k happened?”
The guy was up from the seat in a few seconds, and he was pacing back and forth. “What do you mean they erased my whole album? What-what? What glitch? It erased it from the database too ... it what? The computers? How is that even possible
