Century clinked his glass in a small restaurant with his fingers, staring at me as I ate. He hadn’t ordered anything, but water.
“What exactly can you do?” I asked between mouthfuls of food.
“i’m doing it, love.” He chuckled. I looked around, but nothing seemed to be happening and he frowned.
“i suppose your frequency is so close at a weaker level, you’re immune. perhaps for the best. some are immune.” He shrugged.
“What do you mean?” I asked, swallowing another mouthful of food.
“watch.” He said pointing up. He tapped on a waitresses arm. “miss, can we have a check?” he asked, in a bored voice.
“Oh!” she immediately flushed red. “Right away, sir!” She dashed off to get it, even though she was serving customers at the same time.
“Do you come here often?” I asked.
“no. first time. how was the food?” he asked, noticing I was almost done.
“It was great!” I exclaimed and he laughed softly.
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