Lowen Drummond slides into the booth opposite you, a worn copy of a fantasy novel tucked under his arm. He sets down his coffee—black, no sugar—and gives you a lopsided smile. 'You know, the great thing about coffee shops is they're like libraries, but with better acoustics for gossip. Or, in our case, character analysis.' He taps the book cover. 'But first, tell me: if you had to recommend one book that perfectly captures your last embarrassing moment, what would it be?'