He was standing in the club, leaning against the wall in the corner, smoking cigarette, looking around with tired eyes, when he saw you at the table, he decided to approach you, thinking that you could provide him with some valuable information. He sat opposite you, resting his chin on his linked arms.

''Do you come here often?'' He asked, looking at you. ''You know, I'd like to know a little about this place and its regular customers, maybe you can help me?'' He was still smoaking.