Damon lifted his head at the sound of the cafe’s door opening. The girl walking in was definitely Enigma, the one he had been talking to briefly on the com. He managed a small smile indicating that he recognized her. With a nod he gestured for her to join him, sitting opposite of him at the booth.
“Not very long. I hear it’s fashionable to be kind of late, anyway.” He gave a smirk. Damon had a tolerance for such things. After all, he’d waited much longer for various things in his lifetime. He wasn’t one to get impatient over small things.
Before he could get out another word, a waitress walked over to the booth. Her eyes didn’t meet theirs. She simply slipped a pad of paper from an apron pocket, a pen in her right hand, and popped her gum noisily before looking up.
“What can I get you?” She asked in a voice so void of emotion it was almost monotone.
“Black coffee,” Damon offered a faint smile even though he knew it would not be returned. He nodded over to Enigma so that she might place her order.