22:00
Judy stayed with you for about an hour, discussing some minor details, later just chatting with you. She was a cheerful girl, and showed an interesting mixture of positive thinking and realism. After a time though, she left, saying she’ll be able to do everything she needed to do from afar. As a parting present, she gave Matt a small box containing a single wire tap, just in case they needed it somewhere in the building, with the note that she’d like to get it back if it is not used.
Traffic during the day followed a pattern you all knew well. Factory workers filled the seats around you at around 17:00. Commuters got in for a quick bite but left well before 18:00, to get home. You felt a pang of… Was it nostalgia? Or longing? You saw what was your life until less than a month ago. These people around you, were mostly the blessedly ignorant.
You switched for another place when the waiter started to shot curious glances at you. You tried to spend the evening seeming to do something but there was really nothing to do but wait for the opportunity, wait for the time appointed by yourselves. By the time it was 22:00, traffic thinned considerably, the usual people went home, only a few hobos, the occasional truck driver, and the heavy alcoholics sat at the crappy places of the neighborhood.