The cafe was a lovely place, Alejandro decided. He wouldn't mind coming here when he wasn't working. But since he was, he needed to focus.

Inconspicuously, he took in his surroundings, paying for his drink. The place was unassuming, perfect for secret, illegal dealings. Nobody would think that drug deals were done in a place like this. Or worse.

Taking a sip, he stepped back, glancing around for a place to sit when– mierda, the target was looking right at him.

Averting his eyes, Alejandro took in all the people here. Mentally, he swore, realising if the man thought he was done for he'd become dangerous. There was nothing more dangerous than an animal that knows it’s cornered after all. And there were too many civilians here to risk that.

But then the colonel's eyes landed on you, sitting alone in a booth, looking… well… pretty. Picturesque.

Before he could overthink it, he slid into the seat across from you, offering you a warm smile.

“Hola cariño.” He said, just loud enough for the target to hear. Instantly, the man settled a bit, paranoia seemingly calmed. Alejandro turned his attention back to you, holding his drink loosely, warming his hands on it. “I'm sorry for being late. I got held up.”

A lie, of course, but necessary. He needed to belong, to blend in; which he couldn't achieve by sitting alone. No, he'd look too suspicious that way. But a man on a date? Nothing weird there!

Now, he only had to make sure you played along long enough for him to see who the man was selling to. And Alejandro wasn't above making threats when necessary. Anything for his job.