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The tip was appreciated — or would have been, had Jayden been paying attention.
[break][break] It had been a long time — but maybe not long enough — since Jayden had heard that voice. It was one that he could recognize in an instant, as he could have recognized anyone else who had held a high rank within the organization that he had been formerly apart of and had only recently re-joined. The boy had spent too many of his formative years mentally tracking and memorizing the faces, mannerisms, and voices of each important personnel that he ought to have known — any mistake, any
flaw, Dmitri had been quick to strike on, as vicious as a predator zoning in on it's prey.
[break][break] There was a lull in the line, and so Jayden found his gaze drifting to glance at the man as he walked away, presumably to wait for his drink. Jayden took in his side-profile, one that was all too familiar — there were not many beasts (or admins, for that matter) that held the same height and same posture as Chu-E Choi. The more the boy looked at him, the more he was sure of it.
[break][break] A conflict of emotions raged within Jayden — was it a good thing, or a bad thing that he recognized him? Not a bad thing. Team Rocket had been his family, had been a part of his
life. To call the meeting of any of them — even father or Alex — something "bad"... he had been conditioned against such a thing.
[break][break] But was it a good thing? He was unsure.
[break][break] Jayden's eyes immediately flicked downwards as he sensed the man about to turn back towards him and by the time
Chu-e Choi reached the booth, Jayden was perfectly practiced at picking a wooden splinter at the bottom of the counter. Feigning disinterest. He looked up, only as he was addressed, and he blinked in confusion before looking down at the drink in question. Oh.
"I-I'm sorry, sir," he said, unable to help the stutter. His heart hammered in his chest.
"Of course." He turned, reaching for the whipcream bottle, and opened the cup of coffee, squeezing perhaps
too much of the decedence into it. Jayden offered the cup back to him.
"Here you are, sir." This time, his voice was perfectly bland. Practiced. No stutter at all.
[break][break] It was only a few more minutes. He was almost out —
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"... have we met before?"[break][break] The voice broke through. He froze.
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"I..." What should he do? Should he tell the truth? No, this place was too public. Should he lie? No, he was conditioned against insubordination. His brain whirled with the possibilities, running a million miles a minute in the fraction of what probably should have been a second. He opened his mouth to answer, but someone else cut him off.
[break][break] A girl — his co-worker — placed a hand on his shoulder, and then smiled at Chu-e. Unlike Jayden, she was a regular at this particular establishment. "Probably not, Mr. Ki. Michail only joined us a bit ago." She glanced at the drink still offered in Jayden's hand, held mid-air. She frowned. "What's that? Is something wrong? Mr. Ki, did he mess up your order?" She looked up at Chu-e, expecting him to answer.
[break][break] After all, the customer was always right.