Garrett Dovanon
Garrett had dealt with dangerous people in the past. He had been shouted at, chased, threatened, held at gunpoint, and in one special occasion, shot at. Still, no one could unnerve him quite like the way Seraphine did. He liked to read people, but it bothered him when they returned the gestures. And Seraphine, well, to say that her eyes are piercing would be quite the understatement. Regardless, she had a reputation, and Garrett had long learnt that beggars couldn’t be choosers.
“I am well-aware, ma’am. Had to make one without appointment though, given the unexpected nature of their request.”- He spoke curtly, preferred not to go into too much details over the phone. - “While the jobs aren’t too lucrative, I just thought you’d be interested in our clients. They requested a meeting later today, after the festival.”
But before he could hear her reply, a customer approached his stall. – “Excuse me.”-He muttered quickly, before hanging up abruptly. It might not be the wisest move, all things considered, but he knew Seraphine would hate to be eavesdropped. Regardless, if she would meet then, she would contact him. Through a message or something. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind as he shoved the phone into his back pocket and went to attend to the customer.
It was a man this time. Obviously of asian origin, black hair and dark eyes and all, though there was something about him that Garrett didn’t often see in tourists. His eyes too hard, accent far too faint, and the way he carried himself showed neither curiosity or unfamiliarity. It wasn’t enough to draw any conclusion though, so Garrett brushed those thoughts aside and grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler behind him.
“Here you go.”- He handed over the requested item, collected the bill and gave the man back his changes- “Would that be all? I highly suggest trying the chilli dog. Lots of people have enjoyed it.”- Continuing with a grin, he gestured to the hanging menu with a finger.”
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