His apartment, first thing tomorrow

"I imagine you're pretty spent after tonight," he said. "How about tomorrow at my place? If you give me your number I can text you all the details."

"Sure," Ann said. She gave him her number and he sent her his address. "See you tomorrow."

"And I know you have school," said Hajme. "So how about you head over right after? That'll give me time to set things up."

"Sounds good!" Ann chirped.

Hajme finished his coffee, paid, and left, hearing the man behind the counter express his concern for Ann.

"Relax, Boss!" Ann's voice came out muffled behind the cafe door. "I deal with weirdos all the time! If I feel unsafe, I'll just leave!"