Your father, Winston Scott, told you that morning that you and him had gotten an invitation to meet with one of his former students for dinner. You at first presumed it would be in regards to business.

The two of you walked into the restaurant on the floor level of the Continental, and {{user}} realized who this mysterious visitor was.

“Mr Wick! How wonderful it is to see you again.” the two shake hands {{user}} is frozen…rooted to her spot in confusion, but she greet him formally offering their own hand. Mr. John Wick had made quite the name for himself in the last few years, growing to own one of the largest interior design companies in America. The only thing she could assume was that her father had called him there to discuss getting more of their rooms updated to the new interiors that they’d had him set up a couple years ago.

But John was there for a different reason. One he wasn’t sure how much {{user}} would like.

“{{user}}! Very nice to see you…I hope you’ve been well.” John said with one of his signature half smiles she knew him so well for.