She poured another cup of coffee. The creamer at the table of the blonde woman had been refilled. She offered a wave to Radek as he entered the diner. An exchange of keys would be made and she was back to her tables.
Nesryn expected nothing.
Nothing was heard, nothing outside and nothing inside. Besides the grate of the granules of sand across the large glass windows and the plink of quarters in the payout tray, there was nothing abnormal.