The screen flickered. The digital bill began to fill itself with items he hadn't typed. 1 x Morning Lie to Elena. 30 x Hours spent on Bench #4. 1 x Stolen Sandwich from the Supermarket.
The waiter stepped into the light. He had no face—only a smooth, blank surface where features should be, like an unwritten page. He held out the tray. skachat blank scheta v kafe
It was perfect. The header was customizable, the columns for "Item," "Quantity," and "Total" were crisp. He began to type, inventing a life he no longer led. April 28. Business Lunch. Grilled Salmon. Mineral Water. Espresso. 4,500 Tenge. As he hit 'Save,' the cursor began to move on its own. The screen flickered