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For the last month, Sebastian Moran had ignored the almost daily text messages that came from a blocked number. he was not desperate enough to work as a bodyguard. He would, he told himself, be back in the field soon.

And yet...

"Sebastian, I can't help you until you are ready to help yourself. Now, let's talk about Jake. You--"

"Fuck this."

"Sebastian?"

"You heard me. Fuck this."

"Sebastian, please sit back--"

"I'm done."

[blocked number] 9:20 AM
The job's still open.

[me] 9:25 AM
Won't agree to anything until we meet.

[blocked number] 9:25 AM
Time and place. My treat.

[me] 9:26 AM
Can pay for myself. Kelly's at 7.

...And yet here he was, sipping a soda at Kelly's, wondering what the hell he was getting himself into with even just this meeting.

"Hey, Seb!"

"Hey Gina." He always sat at this table, and she always had the section.

"Meeting a date tonight?"

Sebastian looked at her. He knew-- paying attention to the people around him paid off more often than not-- about her recent break up with her boyfriend. She'd be looking for a good rebound fling before they got back together. He smiled. "No date, but I'd love to have one tomorrow. I've just got one problem."

"And what kind of problem would you have with getting a date?"

"I don't have your number."

She blushed, giggled, and bent over to write it on one of the paper napkins. He pocketed it and watched as she walked away. At least, no matter what else happened, tonight had not been wasted.

Threaded | Flat

At 7 PM precisely:

"She seems nice."

A thin, small man appeared by the chair opposite Sebastian. His shoulders were straight underneath the cut of his suit - a black two-piece with a light blue tie pinned in place with a utilitarian clip. He looks as if he's leaning forward almost, a very fine optical illusion made by the fact that his face protruded forward and swayed very slightly from side to side.

His eyes are huge and dark, almost lifeless with the colour of them. He focuses them intently on Sebastian, looking him over like he was on display before falling into the seat across from him and flipping the menu over. Now -- Now he looks normal. Maybe it was the lighting but he could blend in with a crowd of business men and never stick out.

"What's good here?"

[blocked number] 8:25 PM
10 PM. 2/30.
159 High Road, London E18 2PA, United Kingdom

Car will be waiting at your address at 9 PM on 2/30 upon response.

Map enclosed as attachment.