That day we stood back out under the warm rays of the sun after an hour of trying to convince that tobaconist, Jayus let out a string of beautiful, and oh so colorful words right outside the door. Even a string of words I never thought I would hear in any life time had suddenly existed in my vocabulary.
"I hope his tobacco gets all his male clients pregnant by some miracle and he'll have to pay child support to them for the rest of his life!"
Such extraordinary belief. Such a wild imagination! I felt absolute honor to be the first of my kin to have heard it, and I think I'll ever be the only one to hear it.
"Okay, I'm done." Jayus said, absolutely out of breath. He crouched on the ground, and I followed him.
"Let's just give up and call it a day," I said, exhausted out of my wits from running around. To think we went through all that and all we got was a sob story from Mr. Lilac Soldier. I ran my fingers through my hair.
"I'm hungry."
Jayus glanced at me before he let out a deep breath, his fingers scratching his own head, clueless about our next actions. "Alright," He abruptly stood up before patting off the dust on his feet, "Let's go grab a bite."
The narrow alleyways of this neighborhood all look identical as the last one so it took us almost an entire half hour to make our way back to the motorwagen without going through the abandoned employees room of Mrs. Keinsley's apartment building. As I got on the motorwagen, Jayus was quick to write a note on his papers again.
"Here," He handed the folded paper towards the man who had driven us here, "When you get back to the quarter building, hand this to the guard, tell them I sent it— Oh and drop us at Berkerley street."
He handed those instructions before he finally rested back on his seat, letting out a puff of air as he laid his head back.
"What did you give him?" I asked, curiously. Jayus kept his eyes closed with his head laid back on the seat. His arms and legs crossed as he got comfortable on the ride. He hummed a response. "Just asked the prez for a permission slip grant to ask that tobaconist for questions. I'm sure he won't tell us anything anytime soon unless we have legal documents stating he legally needs to answer our questions."
Ah, I see.... I nodded my head at that in acknowledgement.
The ride to Berkerley street was a quiet one. The once bustling streets in the early morning now settled down into a comfortable atmosphere filled with sounds of turning wheels and chatter of wandering people. By the time we arrived at Berkerley street, it had already struck noon. took in the calm atmosphere of the streets which came as a far comparison to the loud busy rush at my past work.
"This is Berkerley street?" I stepped down the motorwagen. It looked exactly like the other parts of town that I've seen for the past couple weeks, except instead of buildings and apartments, this street filled itself with all kinds of diners and shops. Since it's only noon, I doubt the rush has yet to come. Which means we came at the perfect time when diners wouldn't be too busy.
Jayus waved the motorwagen off before coming back to my side. "We haven't been here for a while, it's nice to come back after so long." He strode off towards one of the diners. One that didn't particularly stand out, yet seemed no less than the others. Above was the colorful qmd welcoming sign that said: Friar's Munch Diner.
50% off to any dessert for two dishes from our special menu. That didn't sound so bad. I womder if they have similar dishes to ones I ate back home. I could really go for some shrimp filet burger and fries.
I followed Jayus as he strode inside and take a booth by the window with the street's view. As soon as I sat across from him, a waitress quickly appeared through thin air in a cream white unifer and a red apron, though based on the different ranges of white on the other staffs uniforms, I guessed it had originally been white that stained through time. She had her curly ginger hair in a bun behind a red bandana, and behind her tranquil blue painted nails, she held a notepad with a pen lightly tapping it's surface as she greeted us.
"Welcome to Friar's Munch, what may I get you?" The waitress, with her tired eyes, blinked at the notepad before she set her attention to me, and her eyes widened in surprise.
Does she know us, perhaps? That look in her eyes, she must recognize us or something.
Then she turned to Jayus.
"I'll have Set C with a medium curly fries, a strawberry milkshake, hashbrown, and a slice of apple pie but have it packed to go please," Jayus listed out without a care, his attention still stuck on the menu even after he had ordered. He nodded to himself in confirmation before his red eyes fixed themselves on me, "What are you getting?"
With my attention too focused on the waitress, I barely had time to look through the menu.
"I'll get a Set A with potato pops, a lavender latte, and mud brownie, please." I ordered on a whim. Out the corner of my eye, I see Jayus give me a questionable look.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He said, "It's nice to know despite your lack of memories, you still have the same weird taste combination."
At first, I didn't understand what he had meant by that. Then I heard him say to himself under his breath behind the menu with a grim tone, "Salt and sweet? Who would enjoy that...."
Ah. I smiled. Perhaps Isolde of this world liked sweet and salty things combined. I had initially picked what I chose because they looked good but oh well.
"Will that be all?" The waitress asked, her tone now somewhat friendlier than before.
"Yes," Jayus replied. For the first time since we arrived, he finally looked up at the waitress, and something flashed in his eyes.
"Mika Stines. What a coincidence that we run into you here."