Harry pulled into the parking lot of a small, unassuming diner on the outskirts of the city. The place looked like it had seen better days, with faded paint and a flickering neon sign.

"This is where James wants to meet?" Mia asked, looking around nervously.

"Apparently," Harry replied, scanning the nearly empty parking lot. "He must have chosen it because it's unlikely anyone would recognize us here."

They walked inside to find a quiet restaurant with red vinyl booths and the smell of coffee ...