Jul 13, 2016
His fingers are tapping out line after line of code as he hacks away at the encryption on the latest batch of files that Rising Tide had sent him. He liked using internet cafes for it as he got free wifi and didn’t have to give his life story for it. But someone sat opposite him and he looked up from his work. “Can I HELP you?”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help but notice your fingers. Their very long. Beautiful. The kind of fingers an artist or musician would have.”
He smiled softly and moved to the table the other man sat at.
“Tell me, do you do either? Music or art I mean?”
