Julia glanced at Dave. "Excuse me. I didn't quite get What you said. Can you please come again?" she requested with a polite smile. She was yet to see the passport picture that fell from her pocket.

Realizing that she had no idea about what had happened, Dave quickly picked up the small photo from the table where the coffee was placed. "I mean, this guy," he held the photo up so she could see for herself. "Do you know him?"

A bizarre look formed across her face upon seeing the picture in Dave's hand. "Where did you get this?" she quickly reached out her hands to grab it back...