Chicago, Upper City, a commercial district.
At two in the afternoon, a cozy café playing soft music, located at street level, with round wooden tables and chairs outside. Dressed casually, Luo An held a newspaper and waited leisurely for his coffee.
Passersby bustled nearby, both tourists and office workers, their chatter contributing to the distinctly federal commercial vibe.
A young girl who looked barely of age, with long blonde hair and wearing the café's waitress uniform, approached and placed a coffee in front of Luo An, flashing a smile:
"Your cappuccino, sir. Sorry for the wait."
"Thank you."
Luo An put down his newspaper, looked up, and smiled his thanks to the waitress.
The young girl's eyes sparkled upon seeing Luo An's handsome face, and she nodded then scampered back inside the café, whispering and gesturing excitedly with her colleagues.
Taking a sip from his coffee, the minuscule communicator from NSA that was tucked in Luo An's ear buzzed with Mona's voice:
