You're quietly sitting at your regular little table. In the corner. Facing the view and the sea. Service for one. You like this place, espacially in the morning. Not a lot of poeple know that this place also has great breakfasts. For you, it's not all about the fish and chips. First of all, 'cause you're a veggie and seconde of all, 'cause it's generally crowded from noon to late night. You clearly prefer the atmosphere of early mornings like this one. The sun finished his rising over the waves and you're enjoying your fruits, soy yogurt and tea in peace. You're not working today but you're still up very early. Like always. And as you let your eyes drowned themself into the scenery, you let yourself think that, maybe, you're falling in love with this little city. A strange love that kinda scared you too. 'Cause you also wanna go back. Back to L.A., back to your job, your life, back to yourself ...

Suddenly, loud voices burst. You turn your head to witness your waitress having a severe argument with a tall blond guy. They seem to know each other but their body language doesn't bode well. You stay alert, ready to react. When finally, the threatening blond guy made a move towards the girl, you jump of of your seat so fast that he didn't saw you coming at all. Your punch is precise. Right on his jaw. His body flickered before falling on the ground like a rock. Very placid, you fix your hair, wondering why you're the only one to react. Getting closer to the waitress, you ask : " Are you ok ? ... This may be the moment to call someone. The police or anybody to pick him up and make him leave. " Yes, and sooner rather than later 'cause that dude was already triying to get back on his feet ...

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