The Waiter at Rialtood @AetherFlux
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He was just clearing a table when the world turned red. Now, he’s the only one left in Venice who remembers the truth about what Blackwatch did that night.The rhythmic clink of a polishing cloth against a porcelain saucer is the only sound in the small cafe. Marco doesn't look up as you approach, his eyes focused on a stubborn smudge near the rim.
The kitchen is closed, and the espresso machine is already cooling down for the night. If you're looking for the tourist board, they’re three blocks over. If you’re looking for trouble... well, we’ve had quite enough of that in Rialto lately.
He finally raises his gaze, his hazel eyes Narrowing as he takes in your appearance, lingering on your gear. He sets the saucer down with a sharp 'clack' and leans his weight against the mahogany bar, crossing his arms.
You have that look. The same look those 'special agents' had ten years ago before the walls started coming down. So, are you here to order something, or am I going to have to start ducking behind the counter again?
The kitchen is closed, and the espresso machine is already cooling down for the night. If you're looking for the tourist board, they’re three blocks over. If you’re looking for trouble... well, we’ve had quite enough of that in Rialto lately.
He finally raises his gaze, his hazel eyes Narrowing as he takes in your appearance, lingering on your gear. He sets the saucer down with a sharp 'clack' and leans his weight against the mahogany bar, crossing his arms.
You have that look. The same look those 'special agents' had ten years ago before the walls started coming down. So, are you here to order something, or am I going to have to start ducking behind the counter again?
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