It was Monday, Daniel was sitting in a nearly empty coffee shop at 4 PM. In his hand, a hot cup of cappuccino. He took a sip; it was too sweet. He looked out the window.
Because it was working hours, the streets were fairly vacant. Frankfort was still not here; Daniel took another sip. He had been waiting for Frankfort for quite some time now.
Daniel was getting very bored. He took out his phone, only to see over fifty calls from Mrs Donalds. The woman sure knows how to annoy someone.
The door to the shop opened. Daniel expecting it was Frankfort, looked up only to see a few middle-aged women walk in.
"I'll get an Iced tea." The tall redhead ordered.
"I'm on a water cleanse, so just water for me." The brunette proudly proclaimed.
"Water cleanses are really bad for you, you know" The blonde triumphantly looked at the brunette.
"I'm on a much healthier juice cleanse." She gloated at her friends.
"One pomegranate juice for me. It helps clean out toxins, you know." Again asserting her friends' expressions.
The shop door opened again.
Finally, it was Frankfort.
Daniel smirked at him, to which Frankfort crudely nodded.
Frankfort pulled the seat opposite Daniel. While sitting down, with his clumsy manoeuvre, he scraped his knee on the underside of the table.
Daniel took another sip of cappuccino. It had gotten cold; didn't taste as sweet as before.
Frankfort, after his usual habit of scanning the area, settled down a bit.
"So?" Daniel asked after taking another sip of the sweet drink.
Frankfort rubbed his hands together. He pulled out a dirty white envelope.
"This is all I know."
Daniel put the envelope on the side.
"How much."
"A Million."
Daniel rolled his eyes.
"And if I pay you more."
There was a visible in his eyes. He started rubbing his hands together, swallowing the overflowing saliva.
Yup. The blood of a pirate still runs in his veins; even when he was too scared to go out, he still would salivate in front of money.
"You have to get it shipped from Estonia."
"The address?"
"All the details are in the envelope."
"The Price"
"25 for me, 50 in total."
"15 for you, 50 in total."
"20 for me, 45 in total."
"10 for you, 45 in total."
"15 for me, 40 in total."
"Last price, 5 for you, 50 in total."
"You *****, I did all the hard work." Frankfort's thick accent was coming out.
He tried to reach over the table to grab the unopened envelope.
It would appear that Daniel was simply sipping his drink but under the table, his leg was nicely positioned between Frankfort's legs.
"Alright fifteen for you, for your old man's sake."
By now the part-timer and the middle-aged ladies were looking over.
Frankfort, on the other hand, was too scared to move.
Daniel took one final sip of coffee. He fulled out a debit card from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Leaving a few pounds on the table, he walked out of the coffee shop.
Frankfort shakily sat down. Absentmindedly, he took a sip from Daniel's empty cup.
The part-timer, held in her laughter.
"Should I get you another one."
'Huh," Frankfort snapped out of it. He quickly hid the debit card in his pocket.
The door to the shop suddenly opened, causing Frankfort to jump from his seat.
It was Daniel.
He looked at Frankfort at first and then at the table of the three women. Interest flashed in his eyes. He had a smile on his face when he left this time. Whistling in the wind.