Washington DC.

In a Cafe.

Henry sat impatiently on a chair as he furrowed his brows.

Quinn had brought him here and told him to wait while she went to pick Emelda.

And here he was... Patiently waiting for the both of them to come back.

He tapped his fingers occasionally on the table. When was she coming back.

There was a sound at the entrance of the cafe, and he raised his head up to see Quinn walking into the cafe with a very beautiful little girl.

Quinn knew that it would be inconvenient for Henry and Emelda to meet at the Stones residence. So she had chosen this...