Angel was sitting in the back of the café, far from any windows. He had been sitting there for a good ten minutes. Connor knew because Connor had been watching him the whole time, too scared to approach. He took a deep breath. It was now or never. Connor entered the café. Angel saw him instantly and waved him over. He had already ordered Connor's coffee. Connor took a sipped, trying to think of how to broach his questions. "So why'd you want to meet?" Angel asked. What better opening was that? "Dad I… I want to know about Mom."