After the events of PD2, Famine loads the Coffeeman with a lot of work in his diner. Washing and cleaning of floors/dishes/tables, and garbage removal. In the early days, the Coffeeman even tried to cheat, but only got more work (and a slap in the face personally from Famine). At the end of the day, he finally sat down to rest, but a glass of coffee was thrust under his nose.
"Here, you deserve it" - Famine sits down next to him, and the two of them drink drinks looking at the sunset sky.
Давай забудем тот июль
Его уже не будет
Мы для любви нашли приют,
Увы но в разных людях
И пока в мыслях у тебя,
Значит ещё не умер
Слезы в глазах, чувства, каприз падаю вниз
Прошу падай мне руки
Твой голос до сих пор в моих ушах
Моя память забывает тебя не спеша
давно тебя не видел и забыл твои глаза
Но первый раз люблю
тогда тебе сказал это правда
в этом никогда не врал правда
в том что забывал…
it's a mess of an attempt at an original novel i've been trying to fix for years lol
“Dr. Thrush,” Zain greeted in unaccented English. Supposedly he knew ten languages, but Gerald suspected he as just very good at mimicking some. “I hope you have something interesting to show me this afternoon.”
Gerald smiled. “I do. Where would you like me to sit?”
After all, the table was quite large and imposing.
Zain motioned toward a chair to his left. “Please. Would you like something to drink? I imagine you’re tired from traveling.”
Gerald wasn’t tired at all. His blood was a cocktail of adrenaline and had been since three in the morning when he boarded his plane to come here. But these questions were typically asked as a sort of test, so he nodded. He didn’t want Zain to think he was too eager, because he would mistake that as eager to sell. Gerald was not eager to sell. He was eager to find the right buyer, and Zain Aamir Salal was the most promising he had come across.
“A coffee would be wonderful,” he replied cheerfully, with a smile.
Zain’s lips turned up just slightly and Gerald had the feeling he might have failed his test.