Continued from (Sink or Swim) Too Close...
Coffee and waiting is on order for at least a couple hours. Omar is off doing whatever tests he needs to do with the stuff that Star gave him. Jack of Diamonds. So cute. Not that Omar would notice. Not that Omar could notice. He doesn't have the frame of reference. Omar is off doing whatever tests he can manage in such a tight time frame, and Nous drove Star to a coffee shop an exit up the freeway.
The coffee shop isn't so much for coffee, but it's more a diner when the kitchen is open. At this early time of the night when the bars are just starting to be fully populated, there is only coffee and pie. The stick of the oil in the air is heavy long after the flat iron griddle has been turned off and cleaned. It permeates the air and leaves a film on anything that doesn't get cleaned daily. The coffee is not good. It tastes burnt, and there's no way to tell if that's its natural state, a product of being brewed hours ago, or a product of the machine not being very clean-or any combination thereof. It requires copious amounts of milk and sugar to mask that flavor and keep it from settling in the back of the mouth for the rest of the evening.
At least there's pie. Sugary, crumbly, syrupy pie.
The time limit for the spell comes and goes and the substance on the end of that Jack is as inert as it was when Star opened the deck of cards. About half an hour after the time limit was gone a solitary text comes in on the burner number.
Meet at the house. Need to talk terms.