*All characters are above the age 18*
In the last chapter we saw the very beginning of Eroti Co.'s attempt at "world peace" in 2045.
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[Martin- 2017]
The restaurant was buzzing with people from all different backgrounds, ethnicities, and histories. What else could you expect from the most popular eatery in the city? Café Elephante. While its etymology remains shrouded in mystery, it doesn't stop people from enjoying it any less.
My phone buzzed on the table, alerting me that I had received a text from Caroline Fox.
"Almost there, driver took the wrong exit," she wrote.
"Don't waste my time," I replied. There was no response.
The waitress walked to my table, "Hi sir, are you waiting for someone?" Her brown hair was done perfectly and cut short to just below her chin. Bangs covered her eyebrows which only seemed to accentuate her bright green eyes. The cutest nose that I've ever seen seemed to point down to two red and plump lips. Her round and large breasts presented themselves out from her chest that drew every masculine gaze to their beauty.
"Yes, ma'am," I answered.
"Would you like me to get something for you while you wait?" She asked.
"Just a water with lemon would be nice, thank you," I gave her a half-hearted smile as she walked away. Her round ass swiveled around her waist as she stepped away from the table.
Soon my attention was brought to the front of the room as the hostess brought Caroline to our table.
"Hi, sorry I'm late, Julio fucked up," She placed her extremely oversized purse to the right of her seat.
"That's a bit flashy, don't ya' think?" I asked while I bit into a piece of buttered bread.
"I have some of my product in here, you're thinking about investing, right?" She said as she situated her belongings. The waitress returned.
"Hi, I'm Alice, can I start you off with some drinks?" She asked us with her notepad ready in hand.
"Could you get us a bottle of your best red? Thank you," Caroline said to Alice.
"Of course, it'll be just a minute. Anything else?"
"No thank you," Caroline answered once again. She looked at me as Alice departed towards the kitchen.
"I don't like red," I told her.
"I don't give a fuck," she answered in a very "business woman-ly" voice that bordered on condescending.