TE16 Turkish Delight

Needlefish to chase Koma off and put an end to the scandal he was causing. He was about to leave anyway. It wasn’t like he had prostatitis. A few more drops and that’s it. Except the glass and the faces of the young couple sitting right behind it had gone a bit yellow. The waiter stood unmoving and looked at Koma like he couldn’t hear his bald, bearded boss. Eyebrows latched onto eyes, jaw hanging open, he stared. He was the only one not looking at the flesh in Koma’s left hand. Depositing the tray he was carrying with its champagne pail onto a nearby table, he walked to the door. Koma had finished and was trying to fit the prong of his buckle into the hole of his belt. The door of the restaurant swung open. The alarm hung over the door, which made a soothing sound every time it opened and closed and was obviously purchased from one of those Chinese shops, chimed so hard that even Koma was distracted by the sound. That was why the fist that landed on his jaw took him by surprise. Because he was looking up. Koma fell onto the ground with his bag. They stayed together. He was laughing. It hurt, but not enough to make him mad.

- Didn’t I tell you not to come here? I’ve only been here two days. My dad will kill me if I’m fired again. Piss off!

This was Zo. His name was stupid, but then he didn’t exactly boast an IQ of Everest-like heights. He had been fired from some half of his two hundred waiting jobs because of Koma. He was actually a really good waiter. The problem wasn’t that he mixed up orders or looked at the customers’ legs. It was that he had been fired from nearly every single restaurant in Berlin and that he ran with a bad crowd. Koma was the bad crowd.

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