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[Diego is sitting calmly in the corner table near the window at Common Grounds, a classy little coffee house not far from the government offices where he works. There are seven empty cups of coffee on the table and one more full one in his hand.
There is the sound of several people yelling and screaming in the background. Two people are fighting and a waitress is trying desperately to defuse things.]
They're having a special on the Sumatran tour here today. Eight Sumatran special blends in a variety of roasts and flavors for your sampling pleasure. They do a different tour every Sunday, which I highly recommend for anyone who wants to expand their palate.
[There is the sound of tables crashing, plates and silverware hitting the floor with a loud clatter, though Diego seems unfazed as he sniffs the cup in his hand.]
Of course, it's normally much quieter in here. Peaceful, only the crackling of roasting beans punctuating the jazz on the stereo. I have to say I prefer it that way.
[There comes the thud of two bodies hitting the floor, and the waitress screams in horror, yelling for someone to call the police.
Diego takes a slow, luxurious sip of the coffee, purses his lips.]
Mellow and earthy with a fragrant nose... but with the uncharacteristically bitter sting of a drug.
[Diego suddenly ducks as a coffee mug slams into the wall above him, shattering into a hundred pieces and raining ceramic shards and black coffee all around. He sits back up, his hand guarding the top of his mug, which he carefully checks for ceramic shards before he takes another calm sip.]
I don't suppose the police are too terribly busy right now.
There is the sound of several people yelling and screaming in the background. Two people are fighting and a waitress is trying desperately to defuse things.]
They're having a special on the Sumatran tour here today. Eight Sumatran special blends in a variety of roasts and flavors for your sampling pleasure. They do a different tour every Sunday, which I highly recommend for anyone who wants to expand their palate.
[There is the sound of tables crashing, plates and silverware hitting the floor with a loud clatter, though Diego seems unfazed as he sniffs the cup in his hand.]
Of course, it's normally much quieter in here. Peaceful, only the crackling of roasting beans punctuating the jazz on the stereo. I have to say I prefer it that way.
[There comes the thud of two bodies hitting the floor, and the waitress screams in horror, yelling for someone to call the police.
Diego takes a slow, luxurious sip of the coffee, purses his lips.]
Mellow and earthy with a fragrant nose... but with the uncharacteristically bitter sting of a drug.
[Diego suddenly ducks as a coffee mug slams into the wall above him, shattering into a hundred pieces and raining ceramic shards and black coffee all around. He sits back up, his hand guarding the top of his mug, which he carefully checks for ceramic shards before he takes another calm sip.]
I don't suppose the police are too terribly busy right now.