David Natividad strolled into the bustling coffee shop, his eyes scanning the room as if looking for someone. He spotted the two CIA agents, John Harris and Stacy Mitchell, sitting at a corner table, casually sipping their coffees and engaging in quiet conversation. With a slight smirk, David approached their table.
"Good morning," David greeted them with a friendly tone. "Mind if I join you? Are these seats taken?"
Harris and Mitchell exchanged quick, surprised glances, immediately recognizing David. Harris tried to maintain his composure, offering a polite smile.
"Actually, we're expecting someone, so those seats are taken. Maybe you could find another spot?"
David's smile widened, and he pulled out a chair, ignoring their suggestion. "I insist. I think it's best for all of us if I sit here."
Mitchell's eyes narrowed slightly, but she remained silent, watching David carefully.
