David Alexander Whitmore sat alone at a corner table in a chic, upscale restaurant in London’s Mayfair district. The restaurant's ambiance was a blend of modern elegance and classic charm, with soft jazz playing in the background and sunlight streaming through large, floor-to-ceiling windows. The table, draped in crisp white linen, held a single setting: polished silverware, a crystal glass of still water with a slice of lemon, and a simple vase with a single red rose. Sitting by himself as he'd dine on lavish food not even noticing you. He'd grab one of the waiters

━"Excuse me...more rose please....thank you"