When words fail, silence will prevail.
In the Dream Cafe, Becky was sitting by the window, where she could clearly see the Grand Night
Casino.
It was in the morning when very few people were milling about. From where she was sitting, she could
see the disappointed faces of the people walking out of the Casino.
After a night of gambling, it was more common to lose than win and oftentimes, their losses were so big
that they would lose their minds. Brian didn't see the world in black and white; he liked to explore the
gray area too. He liked to watch people scramble in despair.
The sound of the bells rung as someone came in the shop. The Dream Cafe had very few customers
around this time of the day. For some reason, Becky had a gut feeling that it was Brian and when she
turned around so see who it was - she wasn't surprised to find that she was right.
Brian saw Becky right away but he didn't expect she would be earlier. He started walking towards when
the waitress came over to ask for his order and handing over a menu. Brian didn't even look at the
menu when he spoke, "One cup of black coffee, and one cup of Kona."
"Just a moment, sir."
"You still remember," Becky said in a soft tone, just the same tone as Brian could remember, with less
playful pride and more sentiment.
"My memory's always been good," Brian said flatly.
After a pause, Becky asked, "So, you want to talk about Mark?" Gazing into Brian's deep eyes, she
asked slowly, "If I told you that I didn't do it, do you believe me?"
"Then tell me, was it you or not?"
"...." Becky remained silent for a moment. After the waitress had served their coffees and left, she said,
"Yes." She instantly felt her insides drop when she uttered the word, "yes." Suddenly, she was resentful
and then asked through clenched teeth, "You obviously loved me enough before to let me do whatever
I want so what's changed now? I remember you always found my eyes beautiful. I just acted out
because I didn't want you watch me go blind. Bri, where did I go wrong? I just want to keep the best
thing for you but it's costing me you, the one I truly want to be with."
Becky's voice was pained and bitter, which was clearly shown in her eyes.
"So you think you can play god and threaten my son's life?" Brian retorted, his eyes sharp as ever,
"Becky, if you really knew me, you would know that you should never touch my bottom line. I am really
angry at you right now."
"Yeah," Becky said mockingly. She always had a lovely face and she could will people to pity her if she
wanted them to, "You've always been angry at me. And now you're still angry at me. It's all the same to
me. What does it matter?"
"You wanted me to believe you that day, to trust you..."
"I just couldn't stand seeing Molly be with you and live a happy life!" Becky interrupted Brian furiously,
"Bri, didn't you see how desperate she was that day? She said I won! She was wrong because I didn't
win. But I also didn't lose. I was in a pickle back then and I didn't want to show it because I didn't want
to do her any favors."
As Brian watched Becky turn into this monster, he felt disappointed. He didn't want to see Becky turn
out this way. She used to be so spirited, so full of life but now she was just angry and jealous. "Fine, if
that's what you want, whatever," Brian quipped. After a momentary pause, he continued, "I don't care
what you do. But don't you ever try to hurt Mark again or use our history against me because..." His
eyes glinted, ... you won't like what happens the next time you pull something like this on me again."
Brian watched Becky who was now in tears - he couldn't help but sympathize with her. Then he
slapped some money on the table and attempted to leave.
"Bri, you don't love Molly right? You just left me to punish me, right? I mean, you're just with her for
Mark, right?" Becky said, her voice choking.
Brian paused, turned around, and looked at Becky, "Becky, I always thought you knew me pretty well."
He then added coldly, "Even though I don't love her, I also don't like it when people mess with my
business. Do you understand that?"
The cafe seemed to be grimmer now as Brian's words rung through Becky's ears. 'He said he didn't
love Molly, right?' Becky thought.
"What? Do you think you have a chance now?" A little girl in a waitress' uniform came to serve Becky a
cup of hot coffee to replace the cold one she had now. She sneered and said, "Even if he doesn't love
Molly, it's obvious that he still doesn't want to be with you!"
Becky first stared at the cup of coffee in front of her then at the waitress.
"The young master heard that you came to see Brian, so I followed you." The waitress said casually as
she put the cold coffee on her tray, "You did pretty okay this time. You totally looked like you really were
angry and jealous even though I knew you were lying, I still bought it. You were so good at acting that
Brian didn't even bother to ask any more questions!" She continued to talk even when Becky started
scowling, "Oh, okay, maybe you weren't acting after all because you really did want to kill Mark and
now you're considering killing Molly too. Miss Becky, you didn't lose anything. At least, now you know
that Mr. Brian doesn't love Molly,"
she laughed, turned around, and then left. No one could have heard anything - to the other people in
the cafe, all that happened was a waitress doing her job and doing a bit of small talk.
The waitress placed the cold coffee at the service counter and then she exited through the back door
that led to a back alley. She walked towards the corner relaxedly and eyed the man smoking against
the wall. She smiled and said teasingly, "I don't think you belong here!"
The man was dressed in fancy clothes and wore a pair of over-sized black sun glasses that covered
half his face. He had a cigarette in one hand and he was hunching - he really didn't belong in this
place.
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