Numbered Response - Friendly Chatter
Stepping out of an office building in downtown Metropolis, a redheaded man in a sharp black suit with a crisp white shirt and orange and black striped tie squinted against the late afternoon sun and slipped on a pair of expensive brand-name sunglasses. Pulling a smartphone out of the inside pocket on his coat, he made to check his emails, only to stop when he noticed two young adults, a boy and a girl, watching him. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, he narrowed his eyes and slid his sunglasses down. "May I help you?" he asked.
"We were sent by Fay," the girl said, tucking some of her magenta hair behind her left ear.
The man raised an eyebrow. Looking around, he stuck his chin out toward a nearby diner. "We can talk in there."
Once inside and seated in a booth in the back corner, the gentleman ran his fingers through his hair, the color shifting from red to dirty blond. Keeping his voice low, he said, "How do you know Fay?"