Hours later, Damian and Mira were sitting across from each other in a small cafe that was nestled between a dry cleaner and a used bookstore.
It was a kind of place that they were both sure no one would look at twice, much less anyone in it. Somewhere conversations could happen without being overheard or anything like that.
Damian had even chosen a corner booth too, with his back to the wall and eyes constantly scanning the room as if looking for suspicious persons.
"You sounded so urgent on the phone but I could not speak so much since Lucas was right beside me," Mira said as she wrapped her hands around a coffee cup that she had not previously touched.
Her disguise scarf and sunglasses were enough to conceal her face properly.
"Damian, are you so sure about what you said? Did you really find it for me?"
