“Excuse me, I didn’t order this.”

The barista says nothing in response as you look up from your computer, befuddled by the coffee that had been slid over to you. The bubblegum-haired man only nods towards the corner booth, where a man’s green eyes seem to freeze you in your seat.

It’s him. The only villain that had ever brought you to your knees, ever managed to unmask you, lounges in your favorite coffee shop, unbothered. The last time you’d seen him, he’d brought down a parking garage on top of you in an effort to kill you.

Now, he was buying you a latte, hundreds of miles away from where he was supposed to be.

He raises a dark brow, and gestures to the seat across from him.