"Hey there, Harry!"
Robin stepped into the warm, aromatic embrace of the café, the familiar chime above the door welcoming him like an old friend. He made his way to his usual table in the corner—one with a clear view of both the bar and the large holographic screen—and sat down with a relaxed sigh.
"Bring me your finest drink. The most expensive one you've got."
"Right away, Mr. Robitango!"
The boy, barely past his teens, had four wide, alert eyes that sparkled with energy. He gave Robin a quick salute and darted off toward the kitchen, his little legs nearly a blur as he disappeared behind the swinging door.
