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“Pause, wait a minute, hold up-—,” he finally said to his lunch companion. Damon thought he was hearing things at first, but as the sound became increasingly louder, more profound, he couldn’t ignore it a second longer.  The happy sound someone made when they were having sex, only it was coming from the next booth over from a well dressed elderly woman who was seemingly excited about her meal, as she only made the orgasmic sound when she took a bite of her food. “Are you not hearing this? Is it just me? I mean I know I can have some weird and annoying habits, but I’m also from this ass backwards town in Alabama. Explain this, what is going on here?” he asked as nonchalantly as he could given his obvious and animated amusement as he gestured over to the table beside them.

Nose buried in a folder full of paperwork he’d found on the cafe table he’d claimed moments earlier, Bilal looked up and grinned,  suddenly feeling a presence hovering nearby.“Yours I take it? You’ll have to forgive me, curiosity got the better of me,” he explained, closing the abandoned folder before handing it back to its’ presumed owner. “Seems I’ve taken unintentionally taken your spot. Can you really blame though? There’s a glorious view of the plaza from here,” he joked likely, his faux American accent in full effect. “Anyway, mind if I join you? Seems to be a full house today,” he commented, gaze panning the popular bistro’s lunch crowd. “I’ve been told I’m excellent company and I have a feeling you won’t regret the intrusion. I’m Bilal, who might you be?”