I relaxed as soon as he walked through the door. This was going to be easier than I thought.

He was a short, stumpy little man. His wore a coat that struggled to contain his body mass and a shirt stained with what I could only guess to be gravy. The sweat from his brow slowly dripped down his face, onto his quite noticeably yellowed collar.

As he pulled a card from his jacket pocket, he scanned the room slowly, hoping to deduce the identity of his contact.

He failed.

I smiled.

After a quick peek down at the card he showed it to the maitre.

Taking little interest in the man, the maitre d vaguely waved his towards my direction. The man whispered a faint ‘thank you’ and began to shuffle his way to the back of the restaurant.

I sized him up one more time as he apporached. I smiled again. Way too easy.

His hands were shaking as he stood across from me. He attempted to squeak out a ‘hello’ when I abruptly cut him off.

“Mr. Neber, please sit. My name is Mr. Moon. I’ve been waiting for you.”