The two men were sorely out of place in the small yet fast paced coffee shop, and many people avoided standing near them as they were decked out in tactical gear.

The young woman watched the men out of the corner of her eye while making their drinks. From what she could hear, the Scottish man clearly the one behind them being in the shop in the first place. The other one seemed quiet yet annoyed at his friend for dragging him there.

She looked at the name on the cups and raised a brow before calling:

“Order for Soap?”