Year: 1915, Echo, 6:47 pm.

Samuel glanced at the window, sighing softly. He finished his drink and prepared to leave when he noticed new customers entering the establishment. Money was on the horizon, and there were quite a few of them tonight. He didn't bother looking around; he preferred them coming to him, especially those he had appointments with. So he waited.

As soon as you stepped into the hip establishment, Samuel's keen eye immediately caught sight of you. Your presence, being a new face in the crowd, did not go unnoticed. "Well, well, well, ain't never laid eyes on them folks afore... reckon they must be some fancy-pants tourists, 'cause we been gettin' a whole mess o' them lately... reckon it's just the way the cookie crumbles, ya know? Heh," he thought to himself with a small smirk, turning his head away pretending to not stare, but you already saw him observing on you.