Chapter 200: Meeting at the cafe (1/2)
Consal sat in his preferred chair at the cafe, sipping on the rich, dark liquid in his cup. The delicate sea breeze caressed his bearded face while half-naked servants continued to please his eyes.
The glistering sweat on their delicious bodies continued to appear as the girls worked hard to serve all the guests at the establishment.
”The hell are you doing here?” the middle-aged man asked, taking another sip.
”I knew I could find you here,” Jeah smiled, approaching the outdoor table and taking a seat in one of the free spots. ”How is your health?” he asked.
”Cut to the chase,” Consal lowered his eyes at the young man. Unfortunately, his expression wasn't pleased at all. ”I know you wouldn't waste your time to come here and just ask for my wellbeing,” he said, spouting out facts without a care in the world.
”And that's what I love about you, man,” Jeah smiled, relaxing back in the chair. ”You are one of the few people in the continent that still treat me as such,” he said, gently raising his hand to call for a waitress.
”Excuse me, I will take a cup of what my friend is having,” Jeah smiled at the young girl, keeping his stare at her eyes. ”Also,” he added, turning his eyes towards Consal, ”if you would be as kind as to offer him a refill...”
”Right away, sir,” the girl replied, lowering her head with respect before disappearing back into the wooden shed outfitted with the cooking utensils.
”What was that for?” Consal asked, twisting his lips in an ugly grimace. ”If you came here to bother me,” he started, throwing an angry look at the young man.
”Come on,” Jeah scoffed, taking upon the airs. ”Is that how you are going to answer the Star Emperor himself?” he asked in a light tone.
”This is the way I will talk with someone whose ass I smacked in the past, and I will whack in the near future if he will keep bothering me,” Consul replied, openly threatening the young man.
”Damn,” Jeah lowered himself in his chair. ”That hurt me back then. I couldn't walk for two weeks straight!” he uttered through his tightened teeth, clearly recalling the distant memory in vivid colors.
”You better hurry up and cough up what brought you here, then,” Consal replied, turning his annoyed eyes at the young man. ”My patience is limited,” he added before turning his eyes away.
The waitress from before, dressed in only a short piece of white cloth tightly wrapped around her hips and another one covering her chest, approached their table. She held a pot of boiling hot water in one hand along with a coffee-making set in the other.
”Sir, if I may,” the girl interrupted the meeting without even the slightest hesitation. As if reading the wishes of the young man, she turned her back to the older of the two before setting the entire equipment up on the table.