Caesar made his way to the old, rundown café on the outskirts of town. The sign above the door creaked in the wind, reading "Mae's Café" in faded letters. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The café was dimly lit, with only a few patrons scattered about. Caesar's eyes scanned the room, locking onto an old man sitting in the corner, nursing a cup of coffee. The old man looked up, catching Caesar's gaze, Caesar pulled his hood a little and nodded slightly.
Caesar walked over to the counter, his eyes fixed on the old man. He signaled him by running his thumb over his index finger, a subtle gesture that went unnoticed by the other patrons. The old man set his cup down and stood up, ambling over to Caesar.
"Welcome to Mae's, young man,"
he said, his voice low and gravelly.
"This way please"
