A broken Neon sign flickered at me, it read “Uncle Joe’s Cafe”, as i pushed its wooden western door, cigar smell welcomed me into what seemed as a small clean dim lighted cafe.
Chatter sounds died, pair of eyes looked towards me for seconds before they continued their talk. i walked in slowly looking around, keeping an eye for any man in gray suit.
It came to my attention a very old man sitting behind the counter, cleaning a glass, as i walked to him, he looked up at me and smiled with his eyes : are you lost my lass ?
I am a bandit, Looking for a fresh start