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Cian stretched his legs out under the table, making sure they weren't going to trip any other patrons up, and picked up the coffee cup on the table in front of him. He'd finished his lunch, and after a quick glance at his watch realised he still had another half an hour to wait for the occult shop next door to open. He knew he should have rung up first to check what time they were opening. It seems that Wednesdays were a slow morning in the magic trade and so the store had decided to reduce its overheads by not opening until 2pm.
He spun the empty cup on the table, eyes staring outside, watching the world as it walked by that shop.
He spun the empty cup on the table, eyes staring outside, watching the world as it walked by that shop.