[Lawtan]

Petra twisted around the back staircase. Flying, she banged her arm against the back entrance. It left a numb central feeling, along with a sharp pain up her arm. Cursing, Petra opened the doorway into the back kitchen. The odor of coffee and fragrance of sweet things filled her nose.

Hmm…food…keep in…people…

Petra saw a posted advertisement for special occasions at the café. A plan started in Petra’s mind. Catching the attention of the cook, she wrinkled her face in a concerned look, easy as there was a real potential for danger.

“Sir, my family has a reunion today, and they booked the entire coffeehouse. I am greatly concerned at the large number of unknown people here today, and the lack of celebratory food…” Petra loved pulling this innocent act.

“Oh…um…madam…I’ll…umm…see to this right away.” The man in a white coat and apron said.

“Perhaps, if you start giving everyone more food…” she offered…

“Oh, of course…I’ll…have something for everyone in a few minutes…you might want to talk to the manager, though.”

With that, the cook sprang back into action, cooking at a furious pace. Petra felt it, and grinned. She headed out into the main area…