Mission Dinner Date

"Can you get me a rag! What you're doing isn't helping!" The man yells at Wyndy and she obliges.

"Hey, no need to yell at her, this was just a mistake," Alasdair says as the man quickly puts his baseball hat and glasses back on.

"How could she be so careless? Just look at how she spilled hot coffee on me!"

"I'm sorry about that."

"I'm out of here. Get the job done this time and don't give me another reason to be mad at you."

"Got it."

Wyndy arrives with the rag after the man had left.

"Where's your friend?"

"He's not my friend."

"I'm so sorry this happened. I hope he's not too mad at me?"

"He'll get over it."

"Your coffee must be cold, I'll get you another one."

"No need, I'm almost done with it."

"Okay."

Wyndy goes over to our table and I follow her.

"Do you know who that man is?" She asks me.

"You mean the man with the glasses? How would Avan know who he is?" Travis asks her.

"I'm asking cause he saw his face."

"Yeah, and I took a picture too. When we get home I'll find out who he i