That Little Café

'It's a weird one, alright. Would never go in there myself. Gotta admit it, it's the people that go in there. That's what puts me off.' Jake sighs.

'You always stare when we walk past that caf; are you expecting it to reach out and bite you?' Penelope laughs.

'No, obviously! It's shifty, a little bit, I think. I don't know, it's probably just my wild imagination.'

Inside that small bistro, the manager cooks up a plate of bacon and eggs on toast. Meanwhile, one of the servers presents a stacked briefcase to a group of five hungry, hooded blokes.