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Roma, a sixteen year old kid, was making pancakes. He wore caps, a grey striped long-sleeved shirt, jeans and black apron. Roma put a pancake on a plate. He smiled, while painting on it with sauce. Then he grabbed the plate,

«On the house!» he put it in front of Sveta.

Sveta ate it at once.

«Mmm… delicious sauce!»

Roma smiled.

«Take it easy, man!» Roma leaned towards Peter. «You think she’d fancy you with this… face?!»

Peter jumped up,

«What? Look at you, dropped out of school! What would you know…?»

Roma looked at him in a thoughtful way,

«You know, many great personalities considered a high school education to be totally useless as for helping them to manifest their dreams.»

Roma kept silent for a while, then he looked at Peter and added with a tone of mystery,

«Knowledge of another kind helped them to acquire success.»

«Loser! Just admit it, instead of covering up your failure with nonsense.»

Roma didn’t answer. He went back to the stove and started on a new pancake.

The door by the bar rack opened and a strange man entered the coffee shop. He was wearing a weird costume. Peter, Sveta, and Lisa exchanged looks.

«Roma, make me a coffee to take away,» he turned to kids and smiled. «Just love take away coffee here!»

Roma handed him a paper cup. The strange man took it and exited.

«Weird,» mumbled Peter.

Sveta looked at the door as it was closing after the man, and for a second in the tiny wind draft she saw golden lighting. It dissolved quickly.

«Just like this morning,» she whispered.

Sveta looked at Lisa, then at Peter. «Did they see?» She looked at the door again.

«Don’t even think about it!» Peter knew what was about to happen.

Sveta jumped to her feet and ran towards the door.

«I have no time,» Peter screamed.

But it was too late. Sveta ran out. He didn’t have a choice but to follow her.