Honestly, I believed Isolde knew I was in no way going to keep to her orders, and if she didn’t, then well...
Echo!!
From last night, I had kept a tight watch on my imdiate surroundings.
I didn’t think my episode with the Pope would warrant or spur any further action, but with how long I had lived, I refused to underestimate the foolishness of humans, their crazy desire to please another.
Unlike before, where I walked and stopped a cab, I made my way to the extraordinary café, one hidden so much in the open.
As I stepped into the establishnt, enjoying the mysterious chill breeze that poured over , I moved my eyes around and was surprised to see that the population in the room exceeded ten persons, yet there was no Chiara.
There were two people, a couple seemingly, occupying one table, two won at another, and then a group of young n and won gathered around yet another.
Picking a spot closer to the exit, one that gave a satisfying view of the outside, I relaxed into the extra comfy furniture.
It was just wood, but sohow my body was massaged as it pressed into it.
My forehead scrunching a little, I spent a few seconds trying to pick out traces of Psion or Ichor from the wood.
A waiter ca to during this ti and, while at first I thought to wait for Chiara, my stomach reminded of the urgency of its needs.
Compared to before, none of the other people in the room interested , there was no second Chiara.
The two won at the table would have been certain targets, female company always being a pleasure, but the glittering round items on their fingers made groan.
I had my expensive and nourishing al all alone, wolfing down quantities that turned a few heads my way, smiles adorning their faces.
It was a good thing they didn’t pay too much attention to my elegance.
I wasn’t slow, but it took twenty minutes to be done with my dishes, and after that, I waited and waited...
Did I ntion that I got hit on by one of the ladies from the group? She surprisingly spoke good English and was down bad, offering her na and seeking mine.
I would have followed her out to go discover the valley between her legs if I wasn’t waiting for one with a hidden one.
"Sir, apologies, can we help you?"
It was now 1:30 p.m., and watching stare idly out at the street, resting my upper body on the table, my gaze drifting aimlessly several tis, I had attracted the concern of the café workers.
Though I didn’t turn, I could feel and see another waiter standing by the door behind , curiously watching.
"I’m waiting for soone."
In this situation, the last thing that crossed my mind was that I was being a nuisance to the establishnt and about to be kicked out.
If I stayed at the café any longer, I would be making another order. Idleness breeds hunger.
It was a blonde lady who had walked up to , and after hearing my reply, she gently nodded.
I saw the curiosity and hesitation in her eyes and decided to make this easier for both her and myself.
"Chiara, do you know her?"
The lady before was not the one who had served two days ago. That lady was nowhere in sight.
"Oh," the lady was taken aback.
"Mada Chiara?"
"Yes."
There was strong recognition in the lady’s eyes, and they squinted.
"I don’t think the Mada will be coming today," the lady said carefully.
"She will. We have an appointnt today."
"Have you tried contacting her?"
"Ehhh... I can’t. Forgot to take it when we t."
It was an oversight on both Chiara’s and my part, but given the woman’s interest in , I hadn’t thought she would skip out on eting today.
She had been very interested in the last ti we saw each other.
"And where was that, Sir?"
"In this café."
"Alright, Sir. Excuse , let check if we can do sothing."
The possibility that Chiara wouldn’t be showing up today was quite surprising. Thankfully, I was being helped.
The lady took a while, but the smile she returned with dismissed all complaints.
"We contacted Mada Chiara, and she’ll be here soon."
Though I was displeased at being forgotten, I was not interested in spoiling my mood.
The wait wasn’t short, and it was while I was drinking from a straw, the red drink being savoured by my tongue, that another person stepped in.
At the sight of the person, surprise filled . My eyes widened, my throat caught, and I flew into a coughing fit.
My small fit drew attention, but the newcor threw just a glance as she quickly made her way to the back.
"Fuck," I cursed as I rubbed my throat.
Adjusting in my seat, I picked up a napkin and tapped around my mouth.
"Sorry, are you okay?"
The voice ca from right in front of , and dropping the napkin, I looked up.
"I’m fine, thank you."
Letting out a small smile, the woman who had just stepped into the café went right to business.
"My na is Miriam Herto. Madam Chiara sent to get you."
"Is that so? A minute."
"Of course."
Politely moving to the side, though she tried to hide it, I could feel the urgency in the female, her entire form restless.
Focusing on my drink, I drained the glass empty, then called for the waiter, leaving her a very generous tip.
$2000 is still a tip, right?
Indicating to Miriam that I was ready, the woman led the way out of the café, and as I walked behind her, my eyes strayed to her rear, watching as her large cheeks wiggled.
Her rear wiggled with a chaos that made her assets known despite the covering of her large black clerical robes.
"You have a very nice rump."
Having just shown a bit of my wealth, I expected a positive reaction, but the short nun turned, a sneer on her face.
The look of disgust on the woman’s face at my words was a stark contrast to the stupid look she had on while getting fucked in the Vatican the previous day.
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