Natalie pov.

"Keke." Two coughs interrupted the conversation between the two of us, and it was the owner of the coffee shop who approached. He appeared to be a man of about forty, quite tall, slightly slim, with curly hair that just covered his fair forehead, revealing a pair of gleaming eyes. He wore a thick beard, and a simple white shirt with a black vest, neatly groomed.

"Gusen, give me a cup of iced coffee." Ron lazily greeted the owner of the coffee shop and said. It seemed they knew each other.

"Mr. Ron, that blond man is a small gangster who often hangs around here, I guess they...