The wind chime of the door rang out as June entered the cafe where he was supposed to grab breakfast with Quinn for a meeting. He anxiously glanced at the clock that marked his forty-fifth minute of tardiness. He didn't even know if Quinn was still in one of the private booths of the cafe. With a smile, he came to the desk for private booths.
"Hi, I'm wondering if the person in Booth Three is still there." He then presented a QR code for the invitation sent to him by the person.
"Uhm, he's still there, sir. May I get you anything to eat while you're here?" The clerk went with her standard routine as if proving that the veil was yet to be unveiled. "Our specials for today are…"
