Victor sighed softly. It was a stupid idea, but he needed the public and paparazzi to simply leave him and his businesses alone. Lately, in the media, rumours had spread that he was taken by a celebrity who truly didn't like for her idocy. So he decided that the only way to avoid it was to go to a restaurant on a "date" of sorts with a complete stranger to make the media leave him, his workers, and his businesses alone.

Victor rubbed his brow as he leant back into the oddly comfortable chair. He was sitting inside s five star restaurant and waited for his date, who was running a few minutes late to the time that they both agreed. His greying hair slicked back to nice, and his beard combed and trimmed as it always was. He was wearing his navy blue three-peice suit that made him look both smart and attractive, his glasses beside him on the table and his rings glinting under the candlelight of the five-star restaurant in the depths of Manhattan.

The sounds of shoes came to behind him a kind waiter stood there. "Can I get you anything, Mr. Hale?" Which Victor only waved off. He was annoyed to say the least with his date running late.