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Date: Aug 22, 2009
Changes at the Café
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The café bustled, as it always had, but there lingered an air over it that Six in the brief absence he'd taken from it, didn't fail to notice. A nervousness, almost... it was tangible and all but smellable on the air, and it presented itself in everything from the atmosphere of the entire establishment to the way the staff navigated through the space. Anxious. That was the best way, perhaps, to describe it. Anxious.

Six was at his normal table - which he usually waited for if he happened to come by at a time during which the table was occupied. It was the best in the house, situated in a nice, semi-private nook from which a person could view the entire breadth of the café without any obstruction, thus making it a prime location for people-watching. It was also nestled by a window, and that opened the person, or people, seated at that table an even more broad people-watching luxury in that they could not only see everything happening inside the place, but could with but a turn of their chin look out the window and see the hustle and bustle of the town's often busy square.

He had been going to that café for almost the entire time he'd been in Rome since discovering it, and therefore took sudden and curious notice of the fact that the young woman often responsible for serving him was no longer present, nor had she been for some time. A few days were of little concern to Six who understood well the concept of 'taking days off' ... but the amount of time she was gone went beyond normal and the atmosphere of the café lead Six to believe something unanticipated and unsavory had occurred.

As he sat nursing his cuppucino, he wondered how much he cared - or if he cared at all. She had been nice enough. She'd attempted to speak in broken English for him and even though she'd failed more or less miserably he'd appreciated the unexpected kind effort. After all, he was the one in the foreign country and therefore all politeness tended to suggest that the onus of learning another tongue was on him. Not her. He considered learning the phrase "what happened to the waitress" but idly found himself wondering whether he'd get an answer back that he would understand and so instead he contented himself with his people-watching.

One could learn a great deal by watching people. Often, one could learn more from a person's actions and gestures and expressions than one could learn from a person's words.


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