"A recording?'

"Yes" The man sitting across Ava mopped his bald glistening head, his huge frame encased in a bright pink suit seemed quite peculiar, drawing glances from people in the quaint coffee shop they were meeting.

The amused gazes quickly shifted away though when they caught sight of the bearlike men surrounding Ava.

'Not our business'

'This Latte is very delicious'

'Why aren't they leaving? Is she some celebrity?'

Behind the counter, the shop owner wrung his hands and muttered ...