Luminescence 40
The three men looked to Eros, “I’m
just waiting,” he stepped back and let them pass towards the counter. Eros took
a seat in the corner and flipped open a discarded fashion magazine dated back a
few years. He hummed a tune and gripped the magazine in a death grip all too
aware that he’d taken his hand off the silver pocket watch.
Ramon
smacked his hand on the counter, “What can I do for you?”
The
three wore identical slate grey hoodies, hoods up, broad shoulders, moving as
one singular unit until the first one and shortest slid a piece of paper across
the counter.
Ramon
took the paper. “Oh right, I see.” He looked up running a hand through his salt
and pepper hair. “Got one of those in the back, it’s the last one so you’re in
luck.” He shot a glance to Eros and Marcus before he said, “I’ll just go get it
now,” though he seemed reluctant to leave them alone.
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