Donald's POV
The wind blew hard on my face as I walked towards the entrance of Fresh brews, an average coffee shop downtown. I looked over at my shoulders, wanting to confirm no one saw me get into the coffee shop.
Once inside the coffee shop, I took a seat just across the left wing, glancing at my wristwatch to see I was right on time. I observed the surroundings for a while, only a few people were sitting around. That was a good thing. I wouldn't want anyone recognizing me and then posting a video of me with a weird caption in this sub-standard kind of setting. Nowadays, people could do anything for the money and maybe a bit of fame.
The only reason I was here is because the private investigator insisted we meet in a less secluded part of town. His reason being we need to be discreet
