Hans - London, March 2018That morning, Hans parked his Mercedes in King William Street. After spending hours behind the wheel, he needed to stretch his legs. He got out of the car, looked around and spotted a Starbucks nearby.
He had blonde, close-cropped hair, and he was wearing a Zegna suit and a white shirt; he crossed the street, a shop selling Italian fashion behind him.
Hans ordered an espresso and took a seat at one of the tables near the window, stroking his mustache as he waited for his coffee. When it was ready, he sat sipping it slowly, his blue eyes gazing absently outside.
Just then, Alessia came out of the shop’s front door. Her hair was tied back at the nape of her neck and she was wearing a mint-green, knee-length dress and a white braided cardigan.
As Hans watched, she
