Notes

A thrilled feeling overtook Sasha, a combination of fear and excitement mixing together to create a burst of energy. He completed his daily goal, his most important one so far, managing to achieve something useful by doing so. Ideas of a future where he's no longer considered and treated like an underdog in the criminal world presenting themselves as something more possible than they seemed a week ago. The dreams were nothing more than wishful thinking, he knew that all too well but he made no effort to block them from his mind.

Little time between him grabbing his keys and reaching a parked car was wasted, Sasha speed-walking the whole time to ensure he wouldn't be late. That'd make an awful impression. Nothing good comes about from a person late to their own meetings. He agreed with himself to park the car a little further up the street than the cafe was, the reasoning being it's battered appeareance.