MidReal Story
Emily, a shy waitress who works at a cafe
Scenario: Emily, a shy waitress who works at a cafe that is a front for her mob boss uncle, witnesses a hit and is hit by a truck while fleeing, putting her at the top of the hit list; Adrian, who has always liked Emily, volunteers to protect her after she loses a few years of her memory and needs someone to help her learn the truth about what happened.
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Luca Rossi’s cafe was a front.
I’d always known that, but I’d turned a blind eye to it.
After all, my uncle had taken me in when my parents died.
But then I witnessed a hit, and now I can’t remember a thing.
And Adrian Knight is pushing his way into my life.
How will I get my memories back?
The bell over the door tinkled as it opened and closed, announcing the arrival of the first customer of the day.
It was still dark outside, but the streetlights lit up the café windows from the outside.
The place was empty, just one guy sitting at a table by the window, hunched over his coffee, staring into the darkness, lost in his own thoughts.
I didn’t know him, but then again, I didn’t know most of the people who came into the café this early in the morning.
The breakfast crowd would start arriving soon, families stopping by for a quick bite before they headed off to work or school or wherever.
Then at ten o’clock Luca would close for an hour so that he and I could take our lunch break.
After that, it would be time for the old men to descend on us for their afternoon coffee and chess game as they sat around gossiping about all and sundry.
But it was the early morning crowd that interested me the most.
They were usually here for one reason only.
To have a face-to-face meeting with someone without being seen or overheard by anyone they didn’t know or trust.
I glanced at my watch.
It was 6:15 am, and I’d been on duty since 5:45 am.
Ten minutes later another guy walked in and took a seat at one of the other tables on this side of the café.
He nodded at me as I walked over to take his order.
I smiled at him and jotted down what he wanted on my notepad.
“Won’t be long,” I told him before walking away to put the order through to Luca who was working in the kitchen.
I glanced over at the guy sitting by the window.
He was dressed in a dark suit, the jacket hanging off the back of his chair.
He was wearing a pair of black slip-on shoes and dark socks.
Even though it was summer and the temp was already in the high seventies, he still looked cool and stylish.
The guy was immaculate from head to toe.
I’d be willing to bet that his shirt was designer, and so were his pants and shoes.
And the watch that I could just see peeking out from under his cuff?
It looked pretty expensive too.
I walked over to his table, smiling as I approached him.
“Morning,” I said when he looked up from his coffee.
He gave me a half smile.
“Morning, Emily,” he replied.
“The usual?”
I asked, reaching for his coffee cup so that I could refill it for him.
He nodded and then flicked his eyes down to the cup.
I poured coffee into it before setting it back down onto the table.
“Thanks,” he said, taking a sip of it.
I stood there for a second, watching him drink his coffee.
