Sila killed time by rolling snow and kicking it at the Dr Caligari poster. It was harsh, he didn’t mind the play they were doing, it was more the other guy, the Grand White Wizard. What was she doing? Did she not understand what he was saying? Was his accent too strong?
He tried to work it out before she got back but there was no solution without extra data from the enigma herself, so he kicked more snow and waited for her to return, which turned out to not be five minutes later, but fifteen.
‘The wizard reappears…’
She nodded, wiping something off her hand and onto her jacket.
‘Did you get your grey thing?’
‘This time, yes.’
‘Great. What’s next?’
‘We take it.’
Sila looked around, checking for cops hiding in snow-dressed trees. ‘You mean now? Out here?’
‘I told you, it passes the time faster.’
‘So does talking to racists.’
‘Roll up your shirt.’
‘I said so does talking to racists.’
‘Back there.’ Sila looked back at the café/bar in case she was confused. ‘You gave that caveman your number.’
‘We did this conversation already.’
‘Caveman white supremacist. And that stuff he was saying…I don’t get it. You didn’t even flinch.’
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