Cain
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The soft sweet aroma was in that cafeteria, Cain was sitting at the table near the window looking at the menu. He subtly raised his hand when he found himself ready to order.
— I would like a black coffee with two sugar, a piece of vanilla cake and a small order of simple cookies.
He said, handing you the menu, he examined your body for a few seconds before speaking.
— And I want your number.