"Tomorrow." Kenzi smiles big and grateful, and makes sure to look a little teary eyed at the same time. After all, he's helping her own isn't he?

"How about we meet in the cafe next door? Not hard to find."

The next day, Kenzi was wearing her mousy colored wig and waiting on the sidewalk sitting at a little wrought-iron table and drinking a very large cappuccino. Across from here, there was a large cup of straight coffee with everything a person might want to put in it near it. She's getting a lot of money out of this. The least she could do was buy him coffee.