Harley gave a huff of exasperation that made her bangs fly off her forehead and fall back to frame her face. She turned on her heel and stalked away from him toward the corner. "I'll have a tea sangria please." she called to the barista over her shoulder. Quinn gently set her bag down under a tall bistro table in the corner and hopped onto one of the barstools next to it. She planted her elbows on the table and her chin on her closed fists and quietly watched the stranger from across the room. Something was definitely off about that man, she just couldn't figure out what it was exactly.