“Thank you very much, Sir,” the old man said.

“Finally… you did a surprisingly good job,” Bethany said.

The damage was fixed, the machines were working again and the customers got their food. Most of them at least.

“You want something as well?” Timothy asked, while looking at Chandler, who was constantly thinking. “So… you just want to keep staring at the handsome cashier in front of you?” he said. With confidence, until the little one looked at him and smiled.

“Sorry, I was just a bit distracted,” the blue-eyed said, fully back to his focus. “No, actually I’m not that hungry anymore, maybe you should serve someone else first?” he said and pointed to the boy with the glasses, so that only the red-eyed could recognize. Since he was still in the same pose, frowning and sulking or whatever, with crossed arms and looking down on the table. And still, he had that strange aura.

‘He looks like a serial killer,’ Timothy thought. “So, who else wants to order something?” But no one said anything. ‘Ok I’m not the only one feeling uncomfortable with him.’

There he stood up, slowly. Rising and walking towards the red-eyed, slowly. And searching in his pockets. “Yes… a cheeseburger… please,” he said. And put the money on the counter. His stare was still downward, not seeing anyone in the eyes. And some others, newer costumers, a young girl with red hair and a white wool hat. She came in with her friends before and started laughing. Probably at their jokes, still it made the Glasses-Boy flinch. Thinking they were laughing at him, like some were before, after his show.

“Thank you,” he said as he got his little burger, and went outside, quickly.

“He was kinda cute,” said the girl with the wool hat to her friends. “A bit shy.”

“Well, you were not here before, that much I can say,” Timothy said. “Never mind, what can I get for you, little Lady?”he said with a smile.

He took the orders. One was a medium soft drink, for his little new friend. He sat down on the other end of the room, and stared outside the window, still thinking about something.

The day started to set, the shift of the red-eyed as well. “Mind if I take a little break?” he asked Bethany.

She looked at him for a moment, “n-no. S’ not much to do anyway, take your time.” Timothy nodded.

He walked to his little friend. “Hey there,” he said and sat down. “What are you thinking about? For about two hours?”

“Hey. Just drinking and surfing on my phone. The day was just a bit… stirring.”

“You felt something off?” The red-eyed said.

“Yes, you too?” The red-eyed nodded.

“That boy… he had such a strange feeling around him. A bit dangerous, but also hurt.”

Both of them felt it. Strange but also familiar. It was as Timothy thought before, something that was around that boy, or inside him. And it was similar, to what he felt sometimes with Chandler. And vice versa.

“What should we do?” Timothy said.

An urge to search for the boy with the glasses and find out what was wrong with him… that burned inside Timothy. ‘But what for, actually?’ he thought. What was the reason? The strange guy was a bit aggressive and whatever else, but still, was that a reason for investigating on his private life?

“You think… maybe… he’s connected to those ghosts?” the red-eyed said. To Chandler, who didn’t respond. He looked outside the window, listening but thinking as well. Too many thoughts that are passing.

Then he shook his head. “Don’t mind him. Probably just a lonely guy. And that ghost story… that was just illusion, I guess.”

“Sure…” the red-eyed said. “You really think so?”