"Tell me about it," Alex muttered, and made his way over the bar. He did do a double-take when he saw the girl behind the bar, maybe twelve, and asked her for a cup of coffee and an espresso.

Shaking his head, he took both drinks and walked back. "She's twelve," he said, handing her the espresso, and took a sip of his coffee. Not bad. Actually, really good. A lot better than the Bureau's, that was for sure, except for the week every month when George broke down and brought in some actual decent beans.