It wasn’t their usual coffee place, but it was the only
place open within walking distance of them both.
The number of words they actually spoke to each other was
minimal, most of them one word questions or answers about the coffee, and if cakes
were wanted and, if so, which ones.
However, they both knew the game they were playing. Every
word, every silence, every gesture, every glance, all of it was a type of
combat, jabs, feints, both of them looking for weaknesses, looking to score the
KO.
Until eventually they realised they didn’t want to hurt
anymore.
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