William sighs softly as he tugs at his tie, fixing it up a bit before picking up the menu off the table. After a few minutes of skimming over the drink options, a waitress comes over.

“Can I get you anything?” She asks, making him look up at her.

“Yes, I would like to have the glass of champagne, please.“ He says as she writes it down quickly and goes to get his drink.

He lights a cigar when you enter the speakeasy. He glances up as you spot him, coming over to sit down at the small table. “Hello.” He says softly. “How have you been? Last we spoke was uh, in the corner shop, yeah?”