It is late evening in the city of London and winter seems to have already entered the atmosphere, you have finished work and close to your coat you go to “The Mystical”. As soon as you enter, the saxophone and the sound of camouflaged laughter fill the room, and as you look for a free chair, your eyes meet those of a man across the room, his legs crossed, intent on talking to his colleagues, the only thing you can see in the small, soft light of the room is the silhouette of his smile