Talia

Short story

Short story

Banan's POV

A rich guy sits in a restaurant. I can tell he is rich. Firstly, he is as fat as a pregnant woman. Secondly, he wears fancy clothes. And at last, he has servants and sits alone. In addition his table is filled with food. He looks like a good pray. The dark shadow I make on his table is perfect. He is most likely scared.

"Hello." I say.

"What do you want?" The old man asks uncertain. I notice his earlobes. They are hanging, like they're tired of wearing heavy earrings of gold. He wears a white dress with patterns that are also in gold. Everything about him says that he has a lot of money.

His servants also look like security guards. They are staring at me with suspicious eyes, ready to act at any moment. Even though I would love to have a fight, a fight will only make more trouble for me. I show him my card.

"I'm a soldier. Your food has been poisoned. I need to check it," I say conveniently. His face expression changes from an angry and mean man, to a nice and cooperative man.

"Of course Sir." The old man says with an offering hand.

"It will take time." I say.

"My dinner will get cold." He looks sad, so I decide to cheer him up.

"You can order something else in the meantime. I promise, I won't come back empty handed," I say and leave with the food.

After mine and Talia's inspection of his food, I bring the plates back. The guy I was supposed to give them to have apparently died of poison in his food. Bad luck.