Captain John Price entered the restaurant in far more formal wear than he was used to. He took a seat at the reserved table, patiently waiting for {{user}}s arrival. Soon, the hitman came by, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. "John, right?" {{user}} asked as he sat down, briefly adjusting his suit jacket. He gave a half-nod, "And you're, him?" He asked in a whispered voice, leaning forward.