Book1:TeDream-Maker
rhtfreeway,itswheelsrollingpastthefshingroadbubbles.Theedandturnedinataself-servegasstationlocatedoskirtsofthecity.Itwaste,theattendantshadgonehome.Fewcarsstoppedthere,sothepcelookeddesoteaed.Abigbeige-coloredcararkedatoneside,ohoseluxurymodelssopopuriies.Infrontofthevendingmaewastheslimfigureofayoungdyfeedingsintotheslot.Theplopofasodarollingoutsoundedloudandcleariylot.Dimitriwalkedquicklytowardsthepayphone,whiletheotherswaitedinthecar.Hepuhenumbersprihedavoiceimmediatelyanswered. "..." "OliverKaffee,please.” "..." "MynameisDimitri.” "..." Themumblingofthundersouhedistaheweatherhadbeenstrahesedays,allthunderandlightningbutnotadropofrain. 11 "..." "ThisisDimitri.AreyouMr.Kaffee?" "..." "Listen.Pulloffallsecurityandnightshiftclerksfortonight...Don’taskwhy,justdoit!" "..." AcrashofthunderdrowwordsattheotherendandforcedDimitritoraisehisvoice. "Imaybeingintoheadquarterstonightwithsomeofmyfriends.Iwanttoshowthemaround,sogeteveryowithinthirtyminutes.” "..." Hehungupandwasturningtogowhenhesawacharmingblonddyinfrontofthevendingmaesmilingathim,saying, "Wemetthisafternoon,remember?Itoldyouwewouldmeetagain.” 11 "Ohyes.Isn’tthisace!" Therewastheembarrassedsilenceofacquaintaalossforwords. "Theweatherhasbeenstrahesestfewdays,hasn’tit?"Dimitritinued.Ablindingfshoflightning,sharpasasword,tothedarkclouds,followedbyadeafeningcrashofthuheweatheristurningnasty.Youshouldbebayourcozyhomeliste