Jayden's POV

"You've sighed up to ten times and I've only just ordered my coffee, is there something bothering you?" The last man standing from the four tone sneaky match in the hotel room said as he leaned forward to drink his coffee using a straw. 

He had his right hand wrapped in a bandage and held in a strap and a couple of plasters on his face. 

He was wearing a suit too expensive and misfitting for this rundown coffee shop but the location wasn't a usual one either, because it was rare to find a coffee shop with over washed paintings on both the outside and inside and...