Nikolai drove around for a bit, it didn't take him long to find a cafe. He found a parking spot and got out, trying to remember Angelo's preferences.
He only knew that the assassin didn't like pancakes; it made Nikolai frown. He knew too little about Angelo, he needed to fix that.
A sonorous bell rang out when he opened the door, drawing attention to him. It was afternoon on a weekday day but there were quite a number of customers in the cafe, which meant that nearly everyone froze up at his appearance.
Davian's men were aware of the new changes, but the civilians living on his turf were none the wiser.
Nikolai pretended not to notice the stares at him, walking up to the counter. There were pastries behind glass cases, which was beneficial to Nikolai who couldn't tell shortbread from fudge.
A green roll caught his eye, it reminded him of Angelo's eyes. "What is that?" He had to ask, pointing at the pastry with curious eyes.
