The mysterious man was Klaus. He came by the name Morgan—a pseudonym he used when searching for the missing Sheila.
Nodding, the tomboyish-woman understood his reasons for arriving late. She glanced at the green-haired man, using eye contact to urge him to rise from his seat. The green-haired man sighed as he offered his seat to the guest.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Morgan. I apologize if there are no good seats. You know where we are, right?" she said.
"That's okay. I appreciate your kindness, Izzy. Gang members with ethics are hard to come by," Klaus replied.
"Nah, I'm not that nice. It's because you're my friend's boss." She glanced at Sheila, giving her a slight smile.
But Sheila averted her gaze.
As Klaus was about to sit down, Izzy stopped him.
