Sigerten and Smith sat at a local small tea stall in Broughton. The couple, the owners sold drinks and snacks throughout the day as their occupation. It was a place where the townspeople, usually men, liked to sit and chat with their friends over a cup of coffee or tea, a pastry or a snack.
It was the place where one could get every single gossip about Broughton and its neighbourhood. The morning was calm and pleasant. Most of the people were already at work. Only those who had some idle time sat on the benches, enjoying their conversations and beverages.
Smith sipped his coffee slowly, his eyes carefully scanning every face around him. The lack of the usual rush at the place allowed them to spend more time.
"Have you heard about Frank, Smith?" Sigerten spoke, feigning casualness.
"No, what happened to him?"
"I heard he accidentally cut his leg the other day."
"What? But how?" Smith faked a gasp.
