"Petermann sighed. After he had cleared up his destination in the early morning, he had followed him by bicycle to the stop, had taken the U35, climbed out at the main station, the legs stood there in the abdomen until finally the bus arrived, which transported them to the lake with numerous intermediate stations. There, in the port of Heveney, had hit Kaminski with two other older men and had wandered around the lake with them. Two rounds! Petermann was served two hours. The feet hurt him, the back and the chimney ski... he was completely uninterrupted. This older gentleman did not work like someone with an infinite amount of money that a companion of the extra class could afford. In Heveney the three men finally went to Hevener Straße and had entered a magenta-coloured building there. Petermann's smartphone humiliated, he knew who called. “Yes, yes, of course. Don't let your eyes out all morning. No rendezvous in sight. Just two buddies. Now they're in a restaurant. Circus means that or something. I'll see what they're doing. See you later.” Petermann saw the menu mark on the stairs. Cigos, this is the name, was obviously a Balkan restaurant with Croatian cuisine. “Three lunch menu for €12.90.” That sounded tempting. After this half marathon around the lake, Petermann not only had a bright thirst, but also cabbage steam. The interiors offered a solid interior, looked very cozy. But the old guys were probably gone outside, no wonder at this bright sunshine and the light wind from the sea side. Petermann sat as close as possible to the three older gentlemen. The operation, a young woman with an Eastern European accent, quickly came to Petermann's table. She smiled at him and asked for his wishes. He ordered a crepes and from the four options of the lunch menu the pork melodies in the pepper sauce. What he liked was that he could take his salad from the buffet. Was really plentiful and tasty. When he mutilated his salad, he observed what the three guys had ordered at the neighboring table. Obviously a “senior plate” from the map. One has eaten turkey, the other two pigs. For 11,50 €. The men seemed to enjoy their meal and praised everything about the green clover. Especially since they were allowed to take a salad plate from the buffet. When Petermann's main course was served with a smile and friendly words, he ordered a Pils. Holiday mood. The walk around the lake had made him very good and the delicious food made a break. Especially since this beer garden was cozy. At one end a playground for the little ones and the rest surrounded by greenery. The big hedges even managed to perfectly damp the noises of cars on the road. The three gentlemen beside him waved the service. Did they want to pay? Too bad Petermann wants to stay here a little longer. The food delicious, the service super, the price/performance ratio great. Even a parking lot in front of the house. A beautiful beer garden and the lake can be reached on foot. Petermann chose this one number. "Yes, I think they're coming back. Should I stay at Kaminski and his two friends?" Petermann listened to the person at the other end, then he crawled and made big eyes. “How, what? ****, I've been watching the wrong guy for hours!" He only briefly listened to the murning place from the speaker, then he sat down. Suddenly his wrinkles relaxed on the forehead. He smiled. The three in the neighboring table just got their dessert. Petermann tried her kindly, the men tried back. Then they hurried until Kaminski laughed to him: “Come on to the table with us, you are so alone.” Petermann rose and waved to the waitress. “But a Pilsken for me. And three for the gentlemen at the neighboring table.” He was sure, despite his fauxpas, it would be a really nice day..."
Marc
