Undercover

Chapter 8

Sarah

"Here's your coffee, sir." I said as a handed a man his coffee. I told Henry I didn't want to do this anymore and after discussing it with him for almost two hours we agreed that I would continue to work in the café if anything else came up. I haven't seen or heard from Gabriel for two weeks.

He stopped coming to the café too, but we had been listening to him through the bugs in his car and the ones in the hotel room. It was nothing important, mostly him and Leo making jokes about people. He told him about me and how I 'stalked him' in front of his hotel room and wouldn't leave him alone. But besides that and their lame jokes, nothing of interest had been mentioned. And his conversations with Rafael were always short and mostly about when Gabriel will come to the warehouse. We located the warehouse and had a few agents looked into the place, but it would be impossible to get in there without being noticed.

I turned around after giving the coffee and filled up the machine with new beans and milk. I haven't been able to think about anything else but Gabriel and our last conversation and how much it bothered me. It shouldn't but I felt like I failed. My first real mission and I couldn't even seduce a fucking guy. And now I was just wasting my time in a café because Henry was mad at me for not continuing with the original plan we had.

"Can I get a macchiato and a croissant, please." A familiar voice behind me said and my whole body tensed. Hearing his voice in real life after so long sounded so different than sitting in the van for hours and listening to everything he said. I finished filling the coffee beans into the machine taking good time before turning around. I walked over to the cashier and typed in the order.

"It'll be 5$" I said without looking at him and walked back to make the macchiato. I knew he liked it to be foamed just the right amount and he didn't like the foam to be too thick, so today I felt like making it too thick. After finishing it, I turned around and placed it in front of him while giving him my resting bitch face look. I put the croissant on a plate and pushed it to him.

"The macchiato is too foamed." He said with a soft voice and looked at me.

"Too bad." I answered and turned my back to him and started cleaning the table. Under normal circumstances, he would make a big deal out of it, but he didn't say anything. I could hear him stir the coffee with the spoon to blend the foam with the coffee to make it softer.

I was dying to know why he came after such a long time here again. But he didn't say anything. Just sitting there and drinking his coffee minding his own business. I took the orders from the other customers and prepared their stuff and for 20 minutes he did not say a thing but just looked down at his phone taking small sips from the macchiato. I couldn't help myself anymore and turned to face him when the other customers left and he was there alone.

"Why are you here?" I asked annoyed and crossed my arms. Him being here just reminded me of how I could not do a simple damn task and maybe low key my pride and ego might have taken a beating for what he said about me.

"Drinking my coffee and eating my croissant like I always do." He said and I could not really read his face whether he wanted to piss me off or he simply answered my question.

"You didn't come for two weeks after our discussion last time and now you have decided to show up again. Why?"

"Didn't know you were counting the days I didn't come. But I was busy and I always come here, so why are you surprised?" He asked and I couldn't tell whether he genuinely didn't give a fuck about what happened, or he was just messing with me.

"You can go to other coffee shops." I told him and sounded like a pissed teenager.

"I was here first. And if me being here disturbs you that much, then you should find another job. Plenty of other coffee shops you can go to." He said and I gave him a tight fake smile.