The decision which was placed before her pissed her off. Moros, the ass, had purposefully dropped his 'license'. She picked it up and looked over the details. The address was in the southern part of the city and the name was plain. Matt placed her coffee on the counter and leaned close to whisper, "Who is that?" Maria contemplated telling him, knowing that he would take it in jest, but thought better of it. Instead, she asked, "He's never been here before?" Matt shook his head, "At least never when I'm working."  Maria had guessed as much, but it still got on her nerves. "Well, thanks. You know what to do, and take a five for yourself, would you?"<br/>She walked over, coffee in hand, and tossed the license on Moros's table. "Nice fake. Where'd you get it?" She knew it was fake, and if it wasn't, Moros was an idiot. Moros wasn't an idiot. She'd finally accepted that he wouldn't leave anytime soon, but still refused to sit down. If she could, she would find an excuse to retreat back to her corner.