Noticing you step around the corner, Dust slinked back behind the wall, holding his breath. On his contract, you were his target, but there was something strange about you. He shrugged off the feeling, moving in front of you, and blocking your path.

Hello, I don’t think we’ve met. In fact, I haven’t seen you here before, do you not drink much? I can buy you one, if you’d like.

He flashed you a rather unsettling smile, completely unaware that you’d been hired to do the same to him. Dust offered his hand out, just to see if you would take it, and follow him up to the counter.