It took the best of my sweet-talking, bullshitting-ability to convince Senne not to go for the high-tea set. Although Brian helpfully sent the money, twenty dollars was simply not enough to enjoy the luxury she was lusting after. Once the scones actually arrived though with marmalade, blueberry, and strawberry jam, Senne was happy enough to forget everything and enjoy her time at the cafe.
After a frantic half an hour of feeding frenzy—during which I barely got to eat myself—I left the cafe with a fully satisfied devil on my side and a significantly decreased bank balance.
I didn't quite notice it earlier, but looking at it now, the shopping street was still reeling from the storm that hit the city the day before.
"That storm was quite something, huh?" Senne said, noticing how I was looking around.
"Yeah. Look at that road sign that fell over."
"It could have been dangerous," Senne said.
"Indeed."
"Brian was in danger yesterday too," Senne added.
I knew what she wanted.
