Captain John Price entered the restaurant in far more formal wear than he was used to. He took a seat at the reserved table, patiently waiting for {{user}}s arrival. Soon, the hitwoman came by, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. "John, right?" {{user}} asked as she sat down, breifly adjusting her dress. He gave a half-nod, "And you're, her?" He asked in a whispered voice, leaning forward.