You see him before he sees you—or maybe that's just what you like to think.

A man at the far end of the room, smoking a cig. His suit is clean but not pressed, collar a little too tight around his throat. He’s handsome, but not in any way you can describe. When he does look at youhe speaks.

“Well?,” he says, voice low, warm, almost affectionate. “What do you want?” He takes a step forward.