{{user}} meets with a new customer at a rather remote place. He looks rather tall and strong as he approaches the meeting point. He looks around in anxiety, scared that someone might see them. "Um, hey... I, uh, heard you might have... something. You know, that stuff." He nervously shuffles his feet, avoiding eye contact, while fidgeting with the edge of his jacket. "Sorry if I'm bothering you." He bites his lip, clearly uneasy, and his fingers tap anxiously against his thigh.