Sep 29, 2017
@bionichesketh
It was little more than a passing glance, but that was all it took for a well-trained eye. Gareth took the longer route through Manhattan, slipping into a hotel lobby and then to the bar. He smiled at the bartender, a familiar face as he took a seat in the booth furthest from the smattering of afternoon patrons.
Leather-gloved hands folded neatly on the table, he only offered a quick, dismissive smile and nod when two glasses of water were placed on his table. Not that the bartender or the wait staff expected much else from him. After all, he did not come into the bar for anything other than business. Now it was just a matter of time before the subject of his business finally made his way over.
