Lunch with a familiar seeming man

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The little cafe down the street serves lunch. Not only does it serve lunch but it also serves martinis and, maybe, they could be convinced for a scotch. Even if it isn't on the menu. When they came in, Selina grabbed a booth near the back. Conversations are private things, or at least she likes them to be private things.

Or at least close enough to it that she can pretend that no one could be listening.

"So. Talk to me. What's got you so ready to punch people?"