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some coffee and asked whether the kitchen was open for food. The cook heard him and walked to the bar. He said he had instructions to cook him anything he wanted at any time. He had no problem with doing that for Ben. He loved old Gus and Cindy; they were like family, and Ben had protected that family.
    Cindy had been smiling at Ben since he walked in. He said, “You’re in a good mood.”
    “Yes I am,” she replied. “Ben, honey, what are you wearing?”
    Ben looked at his homemade shorts, the shirt that was too small for him, and the old sandals. “What’s wrong with it?”
    “It’s all a little tight, sweetie,” Cindy replied with a chuckle.
    He had put his clothes in the dryer before he walked down, so he was just wearing the things he got from the apartment. The cook was still standing there waiting, so he asked for some eggs with toast and bacon. He heard a voice say, “Could I get some toast with butter please?”
    The cook said “yes ma’am” and walked to the back to start on the food. Ben sat dead still for a minute, not saying anything.
    “What’s wrong honey?” Cindy asked.
    Ben relaxed and said, “It’s nothing.”
    Cindy shrugged and walked down the bar to the first booth, which Ben couldn’t see because the end of the bar blocked his view. “Would you like some coffee, dear?” she asked the voice in the booth.
    “No thank you, but I would like some juice if you have some, and where is the ladies room?” the voice answered.
    “Go to the other end of the bar and down the hall; you’ll see the sign, dear.”
    “Thanks Cindy,” the voice said.
    Ben closed his eyes. He heard Cindy move away to the kitchen and could hear someone walking in his direction. The whole room got quiet. The locals just now we’re seeing who had been sitting in that booth. The jet-black shoulder length hair, the flawless skin. The ice blue eyes and the sundress that fit perfectly. She moved quietly with the soft-soled shoes, but Ben could hear each step. He heard a pause in her steps as he felt her lips on his ear.
    “Good morning,” she said softly, before moving on to the ladies room. She really did have to go; she must have drunk a pot of coffee since 0600 a.m. Not everything is smoke and mirrors, she thought as she messaged Matt and Bill to come in and sit in the first booth at the front door.
    The bar was still quiet. Ben opened his eyes. He hadn’t seen her so he wasn’t prepared when she walked back out and turned towards him and her booth. This time, as she walked by she put her hand under his chin and lifted, closing his mouth which must have been hanging open. She was gorgeous and so different than last night, when she looked more like a warrior princess. Everyone in the bar was watching and busted out laughing as she moved on past him to her seat. The tongues started wagging.
    He had to come up with a plan and get the hell out of there. The doors opened behind him and he heard two people sit down. He didn’t turn and look. He just listened. Cindy walked over to see if the customer wanted to order.
    “What can I get you fellas?” she asked.
    “How’s the food here, ma’am?” one of them asked.
    “It’s great,” she said, smiling. “We don’t have a big menu. I would recommend the double cheeseburger to you two. You look like you could do it justice.”
    “That sounds great. Bring us each a double with everything, some fries and two waters.”
    “Two doubles loaded, coming up,” Cindy replied.
    “Ma’am,” the man continued, “have you seen six spacers in here lately? My partner and I are colonial rangers and we’re looking for five men and a woman.”
    All ears perked up at that revelation.
    “You can ask anyone in here about what happened last night,” Cindy replied as she walked away to put their order in with the cook.
    Ben heard people moving around and chairs scraping the floor as the locals gathered around the Rangers to tell their current favorite version of the story.