Piccadilly: Nondescript Evil

A Certain Cafe

"Sorry, Babe, I'm out of town this weekend so I can't make it. I'm so, so sorry, Honey-- I know how much this means to you," a woman said, standing in a short line at a cafe. She had long, blonde hair, peaceful, gray, phlegmatic eyes, and a slim figure. Her fingernails had a delicate manicure done, the turquoise and bright red (accented with black and white) nail polish matching her smart phone cover of the same colors.

"Believe me, Selena, I'm sorry too," the man on the other end said. "See you at the mayoral banquet on Tuesday, then?"

"We'll see," Selena replied. "Oh-- I've gotta go. Almost my turn to order. Love you, Phillip."

"Love you, too," the man said. Selena made a kiss noise into the phone. She then pulled the phone away from here ear, inspected the screen for a moment, and swiped the End Call button.

The customer in front of her had now collected his muffin and cappuccino and had left the short line. She stepped forward, slipping her phone into a back pocket on her skinny capri jeans.

"Can I take you order, or are you still deciding, ma'am?" The 18-ish girl behind the counter said, fingering a book on Ancient Greece.

"Uh, yes, I'll take your clam chowder and... Hm. I'll have a Mediterranean salad and a sea salt and caramel frappuccino," she said, absently drumming her long, colored nails on the rustic wooden counter.

You may think some of this was unnecessary, but believe me, it holds a lot of little clues that you'll understand later on. For now, vote if you liked it, comment with critique or any feedback really, stay tuned for more! I'm gonna see if I can update once a week. No promises though. My schedule is super hectic.

Thanks for reading!