With a still flushed and breathless Maya safely seen to work, Raiden knew he could no longer delay the inevitable. Entering the café, he noticed it was strangely empty. As his eyes panned the booths and tables, he noticed there was only one occupied, the one at the rear of the café. The way Lewis caught his gaze, inclining his head, told him everything he needed to know about the sole patron.
"Blaze." Zaz extended his hand across the table, acknowledging his old friend. "That's a hot piece of a*s I saw you with earlier. She got a name?" the black-haired figure questioned as Raiden dropped into the seat opposite him. Zaz looked to his unaccepted hand and chuckled, pulling it back.
"Maya, with a capital mmm." Raiden grinned. Small truths. Zaz would have discovered her name the moment Raide
