Jack Knight stepped through the entrance, his dark hoodie and worn jeans giving him the appearance of an unassuming man. He preferred it this way—hidden in plain sight, far from the expectations and assumptions that came with his true identity.
He approached the counter, scanning the menu with an indifferent glance. Behind the counter, a young barista greeted him half-heartedly, his focus shifting quickly to another customer in a tailored suit who had just entered.
“Excuse me,” Jack said, stepping forward to place his order.
The barista barely looked up.
“One second,” he muttered, his tone dismissive as he attended to the suited man first.
Jack raised an eyebrow but said nothing, choosing instead to wait.
Moments later, when the barista finally turned to him, his tone was curt.
“Wha
