“Santiago gave you a dossier huh?” he sits next to me at the bar. “He told me that you were hesitant to come along, because…” I am too.

Tom let’s out a huff of air, gesturing for the same drink as me as he shuffles on the stool. He watches me silently sip at my drink, my face calm and collected. “He really wants you on this team.” Tom sighs.