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Breakfast Chats

Norman and I were in a cafe, sipping coffee and orange juice. I hated coffee. It was too bitter for me. No matter how much sugar you could add. Waiting for our food in silence, I fiddled with my unopened straw. I didn't like using straws either. Not since I was a kid, and I accidentally took my tooth out with it. I guess I've been mentally scarred with it. With the white wrapper surrounding it, I glanced at Norman. He was on his phone, texting someone. We were sitting by the window, and the sun was shining in my face. Norman was completely oblivious to anything I was doing. Deciding to be brave, I lifted my hand, and flashed my middle finger at him. He didn't do or say anything, his attention focused on his iCrack device. I rolled my eyes, then picked up my straw. I poked his coffee mug with it, and he still ignored me. Feeling childish, I tore part of the wrapper away, leaving some on the end. Smirking, I put my mouth on one end, and blew the paper at him. It hit him on the nose, where he jumped a little. I laughed.

"You done texting your mom?" I asked, smirking at him. He rolled his eyes, and shoved the phone back into his pocket.

"Yeah. I am. No one found Buffy or Twig yet." He stated. I nodded thoughtfully. I guess it's good nobody found the bodies yet... Holy shit I sound crazy.

"That's bad." I mumbled, looking down solemnly. Norman nodded, understanding where I was going. I was faking they were our friends, just in case someone was listening.

"Yeah. Hope they get found soon." He muttered, biting his thumb nail. "So, Tiff, I was thinking about you meeting someone."

"Oh yeah?" Did he own his own little group of murdering men?

"Yeah. He's my older brother." He stated.

"Why so soon?" I asked, taking a sip of my full orange juice glass.

"Well, you and Sean have the same job. Figured you two could get acquainted before doing your job." He explained. I nodded. So he and his brother were both murderers. Sounds like a lovely family business.

"Ok. Will I be sent out with him?" I asked. Damn. I sound too enthusiastic about killing people.

Norman shook his head. "You'll be assigned with me until I deem you fit to go out with my big brother." He stated. I nodded.

"So what's your last name?" I asked. He still hadn't told me.

"I'll tell you when we get home." He declared. Home?! Was I living with them?

"Home? So am I living with you?" I demanded. I wasn't living with two guys I barely knew. Well, if Norman was telling the truth, and they killed rapists, then I should be safe.

"If you don't mind. Besides, we have two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and living room. I'd say it's an ok place. You'd have your own room, own bathroom, and we'd basically leave you alone." He explained. How the hell did they manage a house if they didn't have jobs?

"So I'm sharing a room with one of you?" I demanded.

"No. You'll get one room, then Sean and I will fight over the couch." He stated, smiling a little. I nodded. "Besides; I'd rather have an eye on you. I'm not saying that I don't trust you, it's just that you're new. I don't want you doing anything that'll fuck us up."

"Oh." I muttered. Before Norman or I could say anything, a waitress came over, holding two plates.

"The ham, cheese, basil, mushroom, and tomato omelette?" She asked, offering the larger plate. I raised my hand, and she gently set the enormous plate down in front of me. "And I'm assumin' yer the two over easy eggs and toast?" She stated, setting the plate in front of him.