The next morning, bright and early, Ziggy stormed into Nindy's coffee shop again, his hair sticking up in every direction and dark circles under his eyes. Clearly, he hadn't slept.
Nindy, standing behind the counter, raised an eyebrow at his disheveled appearance. "You look like you fought a raccoon and lost. Coffee?"
"No coffee," Ziggy huffed, slamming his hands on the counter. "I need answers, Nindy. Now. Where's Fara?"
Nindy rolled her eyes. "Oh, here we go again. Ziggy, I told you yesterday—"
"Nindy, please!" Ziggy interrupted, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm losing my mind here. I'll get on my knees if I have to."
"Okay, don't be dramatic," Nindy said, waving a dishtowel at him.
But Ziggy was already halfway down to the floor, lowering himself with exaggerated slowness. "I'm begging you. Please, Nindy. I'll do anything. Just tell me where she is!"
