The Fault In Your Silencer

Asa stood behind Ella who clutched the speech table while she sniffed.
'He has left us, with a sick twist of faith. And as I suspected we are in need for each other's comfort and in need of time to mourn-'
she talked on and on. Asa did her best to cry, they just wouldn't come out, but luckily she was hidden from everybody by her big black hat.
The crowd listened carefully to what she had to say. Photographers kept taking pictures throughout the entire speech, body guards surrounded them.
'-And there for I would like to call James Bohen the new partner of Foss Banks,' was her final word before she turned around, despite reporters practically screaming for information. They were send to a cab that took them to Ella's house not far outside the city.

Andy sat in the café like every morning. Hearing people talk about what they talked about yesterday. The same accidents happening over and over. Like Jerry for example, keeps forgetting his new files when he gets a new case so he complains about it to Donna who is most likely sleep with Jim, or she just likes scrubbing his floors and wearing the same thick aftershave.
Andy focused to the busy line with his eyes just above the paper. With one ankle on the knee he leaned with his head in his hand and watched the line -in everyday order of course- talk to each other. It made him sick and peaceful at the same time.
Ferris put his coffee down and looked at the boy before him staring like a shy teenager. 'Wouldn't hurt you to order something by yourself,' he said and folded on leg over the other. Andy looked away from the people and raised an eyebrow at him. 'What makes you say that?' Ferris shrugged beginning, 'might be good for you from time to time,' he chuckled and took a bite from his apple pie. Andy looked down at his paper with a frown and pretended to read.
'Don't be ill, it's tradition.'
Ferris laughed and glanced at the line. 'You know that new Lucy girl has been eying you for two weeks now.' Andy kept a straight face on his paper.
'And?' He said grumpy, making Ferris feel like he was talking to his teenage son, he was, in a way. 'I know you don't like to date, but maybe you could try. Have you tried, other things?' Andy looked up, leaning way back in his chair. 'Other things?' he repeated, folding his arms.
'Playing for the other team, trying the bananas instead of melons, being the pitch instead of calling the sho-'
'Ferris I'm not gay,' Andy sighed and returned to his paper.
Ferris shrugged and rolled his eyes. 'Be flexible for once, boy,' he sighed and brought the small cup of coffee to his lips again. Lucy approached the little table with a note pad in hand.
'Can I get you anything? A coffee? Pie? A dinner? Maybe tomorrow night at seven?' Andy looked up and stared, mouth agape, not knowing what to do. Ferris looked at the pretty lady, then at his not-so socially skilled son.
'Well don't be rude Andy,' Ferris laughed and took another sip. Andy glared at Ferris and looked up at the tall girl with the pretty afro.
'Actually, just another pumpkin latte will do,' he pressed his lips together and sighed. Lucy nodded and wrote it down when she quickly turned and almost ran to the kitchen. 'You think she's a spitter?'
Andy shook his head. 'Nah, I think my coffee is safe. And by the way, I already have a possible romance, thing, kind off.' Ferris raised his eyebrows and looked at him mockingly and over dramatic. 'And who is this mystery woman?'
Andy smiled to himself, hair falling infront of his eyes and he did. 'She's a biter. And I might see her again tonight.'

Asa walked with her sunglasses and black coat in the Italian shop.
A man, who looked like a waiter, stopped her.
She looked up with the best emotion she could; boredom. 'Aren't you a little young, missy?' She took off her sunglasses and sighed tiredly. 'I'm picking something up for Ella Pearcen.' With a nod he let her through. In the back, behind the kitchen and diner, was a table and two chairs.

Phillipe sat on one end and Asa on the other.
'So, you're new?'
She nodded.
'If you want to buy from me, then I have a couple of rules.' The chef walked in with a squire suitcase. He dropped it on the table in the middle of them.
'Number one: never mention me or my restaurant. Number two: no selling. Number three: If you rat this out, I have the whole street coming for you, dollface.'
He took a glass of his scotch and leaned back.
Asa nodded and gave the big envelope to him.
He counted and nodded. Quickly she picked the suitcase and her purse up and walked out.
Outside she called a cab.

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