“Social media is destroying us!” the man expounded from the TV behind the counter. Meghan glanced at the overly loud set and raised her voice so the barista could hear her.
“Double mocha latte with extra cream.”
What? The girl replied, leaning further over the counter.
DOUBLE MOCHA LATTE with EXTRA CREAM! Megan shouted.
Why doesn't she just turn the damn thing down? she thought.
Megan tapped he long fingernails on the counter while she waited for he drink to arrive.
Möchtest du etwas zu Mittag essen?
Megan turned her head slowly, her bright red tresses floated along after and then as if not remembering when to stop they continued until they covered her face and landed in her mouth.
Nein, ich habe heute früh gegessen. She replied.
The tall disheveled middle aged man gave her a surpised once over, but recovered quicly. What he couldn't recover was the disdain voice.
“Good God, they sent me a baby. How am I supposed to uncovered years old stolen artwork with someone who's not even old enough to remember World War 2 - the last three words of his sentence dropped into an undecipherable grumble.
I'm not a baby, Megan shot back in a hoarse whisper. A triple degree in history, art history and archaeology have prepared me well for this task. Also I spent 2 years working with Dr Weisen to uncover the Biernenschlachten Museum stolen archives and I am MORE than up to any task you might have.”
She tossed a five on the counter grabbed her drink and moved towards the back corner of the room. Shall we get to it then?
My name is Megan and I have already made contact.
“Your children are becoming idiots right before your eyes!” The man from the TV screamed.
Andrew. What do you mean you've already made contact?