Crackle.
Evor sat down in his favorite spot by the window, with Ceska sitting across from him as usual.
The other customers and waiters looked at the bloody Phantom with wide-eyed stares. They didn't understand where Evor had gotten such gruesome wounds and why he had come here - to the restaurant and not to the medical department.
Some of the guests were so scared and shocked that they quickly paid their bills and hurried outside.
Step. Step. Step.
With trembling legs, Silvana approached Evor and Ceska, holding her phone in her hand - she was ready to take their order, just as she always was.
Before she could say anything, Evor slowly turned to her, shifting his gaze to his cigarette.
"Oh, sure, I'm going to throw it out right now..."
However, Silvana stopped him with a shake of her head.