Mitch, a tall, tanned man with black, spiky hair and hazel eyes opened the door of château Café and entered. The first thing he noticed was a man lying on the ground at the bar. He sighed and walked to the man. He kicked him softly. “Sir, wake up. We open in two hours”
Cas opened his eyes and suddenly felt how soar he was. He squeezed his eyes and looked at Mitch. “Who are you?” he asked.
Mitch rolled his eyes, grabbed Cas’ upper arm and lifted him on his feet. “There toi go” he said.
“You are strong” Cas noted admirable.
Mitch frowned and looked away, not knowing what to...
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