Doppio had only just set his cup down when a stranger was filling his field of view. He jerked from surprise and the table jerked with him—clash! The glass tipped and shattered onto the warm pavement.

“Ah!” Doppio stood and held his head. “Oh, man…” He had barely had a sip of it. This kind of stuff always happened. ‘I should’ve stayed in the hotel.’

Doppio looked up. The stranger was still there. He looked behind himself and then back at her.