by Hydrargentium

When the hero known as Captain X meets you in a coffee shop, the first thing you need to know is what he’ll be wearing. Captain X doesn’t like to cause a scene, so interviews are always done out of uniform. Of course, there’s also no way to know what he’s going to look like, so an identifying item, like a red carnation boutonniere, is a must.

Within minutes of having sat down — sometime between when he made his order, and when his black coffee reached the table — the flower on his lapel was gone. He made no motion remove it, his hands resting lightly on the table, or fiddling with a sugar spoon the whole time, but it disappeared nonetheless. A surreptitious glance under the table proved it hadn’t simply fallen off, unnoticed.

 

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