Edinburgh
Weird Guy

Blaire returned to her duties that day. He wants things to go back to normal, just as his old neighbor was an old man named Alan MacKenzie. However, it feels so hard to forget a Christian just like that. While sitting near the booking table, Blaire kept pensive.

"Tell me something, Blaire," Viktorija suddenly pinta. His voice had managed to disperse the entire daydream of the beautiful girl.

"About what, Mom?" blaire asked somewhat maliciously, out of surprise.

"You and Christian Alvarez" Viktorija said

"Teixeira," added Blaire. A glimmer of a feisty smile, suddenly appeared when he mentioned that name.

"Oh, Christian Alvarez Teixeira," Viktorija repeated. The blonde-haired beautiful widow stood up slightly leaning against the edge of the table. His hands were folded on his chest. "Whether he's from Spain, Mexico, or ...."

"Mexico" Blaire replied. His eyes look full of spirit.

"alright. Far away she flew here" thought the beautiful, shoulder-haired widow.

"I can also fly to Antarctica, Mom," Blaire replied lightly.

"Yes, we can go anywhere we want. So, last night you guys ...." Viktoriya did not continue his words.

Blaire did not immediately respond. She knew that her mother was a very critical person. The woman had a very high curiosity, a character that was almost the same as her. However, of course Viktorija is much calmer and also gentle. Perhaps it is due to the maturity of age that has affected it as well.

"As you know, ma'am." Blaire seems to be starting a long night with Christian. "That night I was going to the pub with my friends. I didn't think Christian would come there. Suddenly he took me away to a motel ...." Blaire was silent for a moment when she saw the look on her face and looked at the mother who looked increasingly strange.

"I don't know why he took me there, but one thing is for sure that nothing happened between the two of us" Blaire denied the unspoken presumption of his mother.

"You're in the same room, alone, last night." Viktorija raised her eyebrows as a sign of lack of confidence. "However, nothing happened between you and Christian" he continued. He then took a slow breath. "Look, Blaire. I know that it's something very private and maybe a little scary. However, it is an extraordinary moment for all girls in any part of the world."

"You mean, Mom?" Blaire stared inexplicably at the middle-aged woman before him. However, a moment later the girl was able to grasp the meaning of the mother's words. "No, Ma. You're mistaken," Blaire immediately denied. "I made it clear that nothing happened that night between me and Christian. We were indeed in one room and the same bed .. ah I mean ... I ...." Blaire confuses Viktoriya about the real events.

"You slept in the same bed and nothing happened? Ow, how good Christian is. I'm thinking something." Viktorija changed the position of the hand that had been crossed. Now, the right elbow of the middle-aged woman he placed on the left hand that cross the chest and became his support. Viktoriya seemed to think.

"Ah no, Mom. I'm sure that Christian is a normal guy, because we've kissed twice and he's so good." Blaire complained softly, then gave her lips that could not stop when she told her story.

"Alright, Blaire. Then, what was Christian's underlying reason for taking you from the pub to the motel. You guys even have to stay there?" ask Viktoriya again full of investigation.

"That's .. that's because ...." Blaire could not continue her words, because she saw a visitor coming to the tavern. However, the visitor just made Blaire instantly freeze.

A man with a black fedora coat and hat. His posture was not much higher than Christian's. The man walked gallantly, then stood right in front of the booking table. Viktoriya rushed into the kitchen to prepare the order.

The man with the fedora hat stood straight while putting both palms on the table. His gaze was straight on the menu line in the white board, which was attached to the upper wall just behind Blaire. He did this for a while.

Blaire immediately squinted her eyes when she saw the symbol in the form of a tattoo earlier. He looked like he had seen her but nowhere. One thing is certain, Blaire feels familiar with the picture. "So, what do you want to order, sir?" ask the beautiful girl after a while.

"Did not here provide Cafe de olla?" ask the man in the coat, with English that sounds stiff. Cafe de olla is a traditional Mexican coffee drink.

"sorry. We don't provide the drinks you mean, sir. If you want, please just select one of the listed menus." Blaire pointed her right hand at the white board behind her.

"Ah okay. Then, please make me some black coffee. Pure black's. No sugar," broke up the guy, which made Blaire a little stunned.

"Sure," the girl replied, "please wait a minute there," pointed Blaire at the long, foam-covered bench on the edge of the room.

The man with the fedora coat and hat nodded slowly. He passed from before Blaire who immediately informed Viktorija of the man's order. While waiting, the girl occasionally turned her gaze to the foreign man who was sitting quietly.

“You remind me of someone,” Blaire said just like that, making the man who was watching the scene outside the shop window, now turn to the blonde girl.

“Oh yes?” The man smiled meaningfully, then stood up to Blaire. “I remind you of who?” ask her with a flat tone.

“At ... uhm, I don't know his name,” by Blaire. It feels too dangerous if he mentions Christian by name, given the absurd things he's been through these past few days.

“Does he have an antique shop next to your shop, Miss?” The man asked something that made Blaire go awry. “What do you think we have in common?” angled.

“I don't understand you mean.” Blaire shakes her head and intends to catch up with her mother. However, it turns out Viktorija has come out of the inside of the store while carrying a cup of coffee ordered by the mysterious man.

“Ah order is ready.” Blaire immediately took the coffee cup, then handed it to the man.

“Hm.” The mysterious man squinted his eyes while raising his coffee cup. He twirled the heat-resistant plastic cup, then returned to glare at Blaire, as well as Viktorija who was standing not far from her daughter.

“Is there something wrong with our packaging?” ask Viktorija who began to suspect the strange attitude of the man before her.

“No.” The man placed his coffee cup on the cashier's table, then reached into something from the coat pocket. He then handed Blaire a pound. “Take the change,” said the man while walking outside the store.

However, when he was at the door and was about to open it, the stranger turned back to Blaire and Viktorija. “Send my regards to the owner of the antique shop if he comes. Tell him, the Black Rifle is waiting in the usual place. One month from now,” the message. After that, he stepped gallantly and crossed the large road that was in front of the tavern.

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