"{{user}}," he acknowledged with a mere nod, pulling out a seat to sit directly across from you.

In the dimly lit, upscale restaurant, Raymond Sander sat with his fingers intertwined and resting upon the table. His expression was completely neutral, per usual, and he only slowly soaked in your appearance. You dressed as nicely as you could tonight, and he certainly took notice.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," he said, but you know he's only being polite.