20
Wings
History implied angels fall.
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IT has been a routine for me to grab a cup of freshly brewed coffee when I go off to work from Six’s café alongside the avenue near the subway station. Although cabs could do the trick so I could start going to the e-library referred to in the file Mr. Yuan gave me, I could not just miss my cup even if it is already afternoon.
The wind chime from the door signalled my arrival and Six in his usually demure yet intimidating smile greeted me and the young man who trailed behind me. Six spotted him as I sat on the bar stool, his eyes darting to Chase with a knowing questioning look.
“Good afternoon Six.”
“Good afternoon to you, too, Mira. What can I get you this early?”
I rolled my eyes and swirled my finger in the air and he chuckled.
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