A washed mind
Author: Jericho Chase
last update2025-09-12 22:42:08

Barry returned to the same cafe where Laura worked. He found a vacant booth and sat down, his eyes fixed on the kitchen door.

When Laura emerged, he raised a hand.

“Laura,” he said, his voice calm. “A moment, please.”

She approached, her smile never fading. “Of course, sir. What can I get for you today? More baklava?”

“Nothing,” Barry said, his gaze intense. He gestured to the empty chair opposite him. “I was hoping you would sit and talk with me for a moment.”

Her smile became politely puzzled. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I’m on duty. There are other guests I need to attend to.”

Without a word, Barry reached into his pocket and slid a thick fold of large bills onto the table.

It was more money than a waitress would make in a month. “This should cover your time,” he said evenly. “And compensate the café for any inconvenience.”

Laura’s eyes flickered to the money, then back to his face. The cheerful mask didn’t break, but it did soften with a hint of bemused curiosity.

She pulled out the c
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