Ashley picks up the glass, raises it halfway in a toast to her barista and sips. "It's great."

Really, it is. She's not much of a drinker to begin with, but she feels like she deserves something out of the ordinary today.

"Believe me, if they ever turn up here, I'll be sure to show them what I think of it."

She'd give them very little time, in fact, and they wouldn't even know what hit them if she had anything to say about it. The idea that this was exactly the sort of thing her birth father would have done - and probably had done, if he'd been able to - crosses her mind, but she pushes it back, unwilling to consider their similarities at the moment.