The man unbuttons his grey suit to sit down at the outdoor cafe table. He helps himself to tea while he awaits his nemesis to join him.

Another man in matching fashion, dark blue tie and jacket, appears at his table. He glares at the man who contently dips a biscuit into his tea. He continued to sip his tea, slurping as he looks up to him.

“You want me to pull out the seat for you princess?”

The dark blue suit man sits down with a grimace.

“If I had known you were such a fan, I would have just offered you a poisoned tea myself” he says in a way of greeting appropriate for an adversary.

“Let's cut to the chase shall we? You want my wife, I want your business, so let's cut a deal and call this (points between him and him) a day?” he responds back.

“You’ll trade your wife?”

“No-what- no like a contract. A peace treaty. My wife not included”.

“Hmm. No”.

“What seriously? Get over it, we got married like a year ago”.