Most of the people calmed down and kept waiting for someone to finally fix the mess. They enjoyed their free drinks and even started talking to others, mere strangers. But that little incident, them railing up against some fast-food employees, it somehow merged them together.

“We really lost our temper a bit too much, didn’t we?” the guy from before, with the mustache said. He talked to the woman in yellow, with the brown-blue hair. His face, smile and glance was relaxed, not like before, were he looked as if he’d bite Timothy’s head of. He smiled gently, and introduced himself as Robert.

The woman as well, calm and relaxed as well. She held her smallest child in her arms, cuddled and tickled her. She introduced herself as Lexa.

“Yes. I don’t know what’s got into me. Or my children… freaking out about food like this is crazy,” she said and smiled at him. Then she looked at Timothy, with a glance of guilt. She smirked and then looked to the ground.

He, the red-eyed, got not that much chance of talking, since he tried to fix this mess, maybe sooner than planned. All of the cookers, microwaves and whatever else stopped working. But since he was no mechanic or engineer, his attempts of checking the gear was useless. Then again, he went back to the counter.

“Does anyone need something more? Until we fix this it’ll need more time and the technical expert of our branch will come in about half an hour. For that time, we can only offer you more drinks, little snacks maybe… even though I’d not recommend them… otherwise we can give you direction to the next branches,” he said. For the first few moments nobody said anything.

“Maybe… we all can wait a bit longer. I’m sorry for my behavior earlier, so it’s fine for me,” Robert said. Most of the others nodded.

“I’m sorry too. But still, my kids need something sooner or later, so I think we’ll go somewhere else for now. Again… sorry.” She said and left. Some followed, the majority stayed.

And again, they started talking to each other again, or looking at their cellphones, waiting. ‘Strange change of course with those guys,’ Timothy thought. “Hey,” the little blue-eyed said, as he stood before him. “You never said anything about your new job?” he said. He tried to smile, but at the same time his worries came through his voice. Or maybe, that he was just surprised. His tone of voice was low and weary, which did not match his current face at all.

“As you can see… it’s nothing I’m really proud of,” the red-eyed said.

“But you handled it really good. I think, that you’re made for this… the contact with people and such.”

Silence came up after that. Both tried to find words, but both still tried to figure out things. Recent, current and future things. Not just the horror-story from the day before, it was also something else, that kept the atmosphere thick, and still pulled them towards each other.

“It’s also nice how those people apologized themselves,” the blue-eyed said, while Timothy nodded and smiled.

“But still… that boy there, do you know him?” Chandler asked and showed toward the boy with the glasses from before.

He sat on a table, like most of the others, but more isolated. He looked at no one, kept his glare to the table, pulled his shoulders to his head and moved barely. “Did you have a strange feeling with him as well?” the blue-eyed asked. His tone was as concerned as before, but more energetic. This boy, and the dark aura he emitted…

“More than just ‘one’ strange feeling,” the red-eyed said, and scratched his cheek. Crossing his arms, he tottered a bit. “I’ll talk to him for a second,” he said and walked to him.

The boy stayed in the same position, until Timothy was barely two meters from him away, almost at his table. Then, he twitched a bit.

“Hey there… is everything alright? Are you not feeling well?”

He barely responded, nothing more than a slightly faster breath.

“Hey, maybe you should let him alone,” Robert said. He stepped in, grabbing Timothy’s hand and stopping him, nodding at the Glasses-Boy, since he made a more than unstable expression.

“Better leave that poor guy.” They smiled at each other. ‘It feels as if this guy just spared me from a bullet,’ the red-eyed thought.

And he went back to work.