Albert liked going to restaurants, even if they were a bit fancier.

The local one had always been his favorite. They served amazing steak and potatoes in wine sauce, which he would order almost every time he went there. Usually, he'd visit there after work, just like today.

The restaurant was partially outside, higher up, which gave Albert a nice view of London, especially in the sunset. It was nice, and the restaurant was bustling with people, poor and rich alike.

"Hello, lord Moriarty," the waitress greeted, a notebook and pen in her hand. She seemed ready to take his order, which he gladly placed. She would already know what he meant, though.

"The usual, please. The steak with the potatoes and the winesauce. Could I also get a side salad or a soup? Thank you." Albert ordered. He was in no way rude, it just wasn't his manner.

The waitress scribbled down the order quickly and nodded. Then, she turned on her heel and walked to the kitchen to place the order.

The sun shone down on his face nicely, making it a rather warm summer evening, with the nice smell of August lingering in the air.