Dara glared and frowned at John.
"This is the place?" Dara asked. "This looks more like a dinky apartment than a 'modern avante guarde cafe'."
I shrugged. "Just look inside, you'll see." I raised my eyebrow and offered for her to open the door.
She crossed her arms. "Alright, fine. But I'm out if it doesn't meet all my expectations."
She opened the door.