“Her name is Haven.”
“Haven?” While he had agreed to hear Raz out, Zamir had the distinct impression he was going to be paying for Raz’s food as well. Just as well he had let Raz pick the place to eat. Zamir might have picked a place more classy, but he would have paid for it with Raz’s large order.
“She’s lived here for the last couple of years, but the people she lived with have split up. Leaving her torn between the two of them unless I do something.”
“Were they her caregivers?”
Raz nodded, wiping his face with a napkin. “They treat her right, I know that. But the fact they both like her makes this all a bit more complicated, y’know?”
Zamir frowned, leaning back in his seat. “What did you come here for?”
“I’m taking her.”
He should have expected that. “Would there be something keeping her from leaving herself?”
“Probably the cage.”
Zamir paused. He paused for a few moments. “What species is she?” he finally asked.
A parrot. That made some more sense. He supposed.