The Urban Hackers
As the bell above the restaurant’s entrance door rang, signaling the arrival of a newcomer, two young men sitting at the counter swiftly turned their heads in curiosity.
In the meantime, Mia made her entrance. She was a striking young woman, her complexion a rich, velvety shade of dark brown. Her medium, wavy hair framed her face elegantly, wearing thick, framed brown glasses and dressed in a pristine white blouse that contrasted beautifully with her blue jeans.
Dwayne, a 24-year-old with a studious appearance and medium build, followed suit, strolling in behind her. Standing at 5 foot 9 inches, he had a deep complexion that radiated confidence. Dwayne was clad in a sleek black shirt and fitted gray jeans, adding a touch of relaxed, casual elegance to his appearance. His demeanor suggested a blend of seriousness and approachability. His dark-framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose completed his studious look.
Finding a cozy corner in the neighborhood diner, Mia and Dwayne settled into their seats, each with a steaming latte in hand. The ambient noise of animated conversations, the gentle clinking of cutlery, and the bursts of laughter from other diners enveloped them in a comforting, homely atmosphere, as if they were part of a cherished tradition in this corner of the world.
Dwayne glanced around the diner and then turned to the waiter, a friendly face who had just delivered their drinks. “Anything else sir?” the waiter asked. “Nothing,” Dwayne replied, a faint crease of concern on his brow.
“Oh, but is it possible for us to get a booth? We’re expecting two more people, and we have some important business to discuss,“ Dwayne said, his tone polite but direct.
The waiter, wearing a crisp white apron and a warm smile, nodded understandingly. “Of course,” he said with a friendly demeanor. “We have a booth in the back, right by the window. It should provide you with the privacy you need for your meeting,” the waiter informed them.
Dwayne’s mind was clearly preoccupied, leaving him silent. Mia, perceptive as ever, noticed Dwayne’s deep thought and took it upon herself to speak on his behalf.
Appreciating the waiter’s accommodating gesture, Mia said, “That’s perfect. Thank you so much.”
They were then seated, and the waiter inquired, “What can I get you two to start your meal?”
Dwayne considered the menu for a moment before deciding, “I’ll have the grand breakfast with sausage and another latte, please.”
As the attentive waiter diligently noted down their order, the atmosphere in the diner was charged with anticipation. It blended seamlessly with the enticing fragrance of freshly brewed coffee and the warm, comforting ambiance of the establishment.
The waiter turn