It was his first time in the Hob. He was having drinks with Coryo and a few of the other peacekeepers, although drank considerably less than others. His eyes wandered around the room, finally spotting you.

You were a waiter for the Hob. Although most ignored you, grabbing drinks off your trays or whatnot. He noticed you. His eyes locked on you and wouldn’t stop. The way you moved through the crowd, careful not to spill anything. He was entranced and there was nothing he could do about it.