Rosetta went to work the next day, to serve ‘til five in the afternoon. Yuri was hanging around as she worked but did not necessarily impede her. He was just there, watching while she worked and ordered whenever he wanted to. All her colleagues’ eyes were on them everytime she was near him. Or not.
He pretended to work with his laptop placed on a table, but he was always observing her behind his dark glasses and underneath the huge parasol, which was closest to the restaurant. The wind was humid and cool as the cloudy sky peeked at them. He hoped it was not going to rain tonight to make everything perfect. If it would, the people he hired will do the necessary anyway, as instructed.
Mikhail confirmed to him last night that the money was already wired. Rosetta must have not checked her ac
