Snippet #2171621

On table three sat no other than Mr. Lewis Likblek. Uh yeah. Goodbye, lucky day, she thought. He was reading a huge newspaper that made most of his body disappear, and just like in the old movies he was hiding watching everybody else. He liked that old fashioned cafe with its dark wooden furniture, very english. Underneath the ceiling a immense collection of tea and coffee made him sink shortly into his dreamland of perfume and indian belly dancers until a squeaky voice pushed him right back into reality.

‘Mr. Likblek, what can I get for you?’

‘Oh hello, dear, what was your name again, Tibby right, no, wait!’ his voice was playful, singing and almost provocative, his face showed a variety of expressions supported by a multitude of very well-chosen gestures: ‘...Tabbitha, Tabby sounds really foolish...well it’s been a while, I just wondered...why are you still in this sleepy town? Shouldn’t you be on college or something? Out in the wild?’

‘I think everyone has their reasons, Sir...’

‘No, go and think about it, tell me when you get back with my Masala Chai and', he leaned forward almost whispering, 'don’t forget: it needs to be brewed with water of a temperature of exactly 180 degrees fahrenheit!’

Only her good nature kept her polite, she couldn’t really stand this conceited man that always wanted to interfere with people’s life decisions. She stepped back and went off, slightly disturbed.
Lewis smirked. There she goes, he thought, she doesn’t know a thing about the big plans I have for her. His huge black dog seemed to disagree on those ‘plans’. He gave him a depreciative look and snorted. What do you know about life, old friend, Lewis answered him in his thoughts, I promise you, I have nothing but good intentions. The dog rose his eyebrows and laid his head back on his front paws.
Back he went into his newspaper that had sunk to his knees. Something caught his attention: ‘Cheetah offered as pet’. Now that’s something, he looked at the dog out of the corner of his eye. You wouldn’t mind, would you? ...Oh...hello application process. We’ll see about that later.

‘Your tea, Sir.’

Lewis testing the temperature with his little finger: ‘Perfect. Now...’ He sat back, smiled disarmingly and crossed his arms. ’Now...have you organized your mind to give me a glimpse into your future? Or would this question be too personal to ask?’