Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-25828117-20180623204515

Not even a second later the frenchman asked the waitress returned with a plate filled with a stack of thick pancakes, coated with a blueberry jam and sprinkled with powdered sugar.

"Here's that stack for ya, eh." She smiled.

Noticing the abscence of coffee in the frenchman's mug she asked if he needed a refill.

Harry meanwhile discreetly eyed the two men whenever he could.

They didn't look like DIA spooks. Far too well dressed for agents. Nah, these two struck him as vain. The syndicate perhaps?