Tokyo, Japan
Year 2111
Yasmine Lucas exhaled her frustration as she checked her watch for the tenth time. It was 30 minutes pass the agreed meeting time with the person named Jen, and she still hadn’t turned up.
Pushing her eyeglasses up her nose, she surveys the other customers within the busy café in the middle of Tokyo’s bustling business district. Maybe Ms. Jen is already around, waiting.
Nope. Unlikely. She’s the only one sitting by herself.
The problem is she doesn’t even know what this Jen looked like. She was solely relying to the assurance of her Manager that Jen will recognize her if she occupies this pre-reserved table.
“Another cup Ma’am?” A waiter asked, indicating her empty mug.
“Yes please,” she answered. “I’ll have another Americano.”
“Noted,” the waiter expressed b
