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jesper should have known better than to come into this particular cafe, seeing as it's one of a handful of spots he knows full well certain people like to hang around. but it's also one of the closest walks from where he happened to wake up this morning, and he's in desperate need of coffee and waffles. he's also starting to get that restless, jittery feeling creeping into his bones, the one that always seems to find him when he hasn't had to run for his life in a while. but he really doesn't want to have this particular fight on an empty stomach. he snatches someone's book off the table and hides behind it, counting out several heartbeats. when no one immediately pounces him, he lowers it again and catches the eye of the person nearest to him - quite possibly the very person whose property he just used as a prop. going for nonchalant but landing somewhat closer to cagey, he takes his first risk of the day.
" — is he gone? that tall guy with the backpack? "
