The cold wind blew past, making her squint her eyes and grumble insults under her breath.
'This has got to be the shittiest climate I have ever had to investigate in. What was Mayhew thinking accepting this request.'
And this was only the start. Who knew how many months it would take for them to solve this case.
'I at least hope that he got good payment for this shit.'
Though knowing Mayhew, the bastard had definitely offered their services at half price. It wouldn't even surprise her if the muppet had only taken a dollar just to register as an official private investigator under pay.
Margret let out a sigh that was carried away by the wind.
'I at least know him well enough to know that he wouldn't do something that stupid.'
And she also knew that Mayhew wouldn't make such a decision without consulting her. The hazel-eyed detective understood how much she hated being left out of important decisions after all.
The blond detective suddenly stopped walking and looked to her side.
The building that they were staying in looked even more decrepit than when they left it in the morning. Truly a horrendous feat to accomplish.
'I should go inside and wait for Mayhew.'
Shifting her gaze just slightly more to the left, Margret looked at the building that was right next to the one they were staying in.
It was a small bar.
Margret gazed at it with slight interest in her deep blue eyes.
'I doubt that Mayhew will make me wait for a long time. But what's the harm in drinking some coffee while waiting?'
Walking up to the withering coffee shop, Margret pushed the creaky doors open with no hesitation.
'About what I was imagining.'
The place was completely empty, except for the bartender, who was busy... sleeping.
Without saying a single word, Margret moved over to one of the tall chairs that were lined up next to the counter and sat with her arms crossed over the chipped wood.
'This bartender is quite young. I wonder how he even managed to purchase this bar. Either a lot of help from his family or...'
Her thoughts were cut off as the young man slowly began to open his eyes.
"Ugh... my head... h-hurts."
Hearing the man speak Polish, a sudden realization appeared in Margret's mind.
'I-I completely forgot that I can't speak Polish. Damn, this is going to be a pain.'
Lifting his head all the way up, the young bartender paused for a moment as he saw the beautiful woman sitting just across the counter.
"Oh, hello t-there. Welcome to the bar—my bar. Are you looking for a drink?"
She rolled her eyes.
'I even know what he is saying and it's still pissing me off somehow.'
Well, it couldn't be helped. She pretty much disliked everyone, except for the people who knew her.
"I'am from England. Britain, you know the great Britain?"
She didn't know why she was even trying to communicate with this bartender. It wasn't even worth the trouble; it would be better if she just walked out and went up to her apartment.
But, before she could make a decision, the young bartender surprised her with his response.
"Wow, you're from England? What a coincidence. My father is also from England. How does my English sound, it's not too bad right? If it is then blame my father."
As the bartender chuckled nervously, the blue-eyed detective looked at him with a growing well of interest in her eyes.
Gradually stopping his awkward chuckle, the young bartender spoke once more as he saw the young blond lady stay silent.
"Well since you're from England, I would assume that a coffee would be your preferred choice of drinking right now. I'm I right?"
Margret stayed silent for a moment, as she looked at the young bartender.
Under her gaze, the young man was not able to hide his nervousness as he moved to scratch his chin.
But then, the blond detective finally decided to speak.
"Yea, a coffee would be preferable. Though I'm a bit confused."
As the young bartender moved to make the detective her coffee, he also did not fail to keep up with her conversation.
"Confused? Why so?"
Letting her head rest on the palm of her hand, Margret spoke in a natural tone.
"I'm confused at your reasoning. Sure the British are very much into coffee, but by far the more popular beverage is tea not coffee. So why did you assume that I would like coffee and not tea when your reasoning was that I was from England?"
The young bartender took some time to think about his answer. Though he did not spend the time just pondering, he also continued to finish the coffee.
Putting the cup of coffee down in front of the blue-eyed detective, the young bartender scratched the back of his head.
"I guess... you just looked like the type of person that enjoyed coffee, not tea."
...
Picking the cup off the counter, Margret very suddenly hopped off the chair and began to move toward the exit.
Seeing her leave so suddenly, the young bartender did not really know how to react.
Opening the creaky doors, Margret looked back at the counter where the bartender stood and asked one more question before leaving.
"Forgot to ask, but what is your name?"
The bartender responded, slight confusion hindering his voice.
"Lucjan... Lucjan Baker."
She nodded.
Then, without giving the young gentleman her own name, the blue-eyed detective shut the door behind her. Bringing an end to the strange and awkward conversation between her and the young man that worked as a bartender.