Helena had arrived a bit late to the location the strange man had given her, making sure, of course, that her makeup was impeccable her hair was brushed thoroughly to avoid helmet hair. The place seemed relatively empty so she just sat down at a table set for two and ordered herself some rather expensive wine, sipping decadently and making automatic notes of the exits and all of the patrons, scanning for any suspicious behavior with a glint in her eye as she waited.
Cisco had been running about his apartment, trying to figure out what he was to wear on a date with a girl who almost ran him over. Was she a suit and tie kind of girl? Or a Tshirt and blazer kind of girl? What did he know about dressing up for a date? He glanced at his watch and it read 7:30. There was no more time for indecisiveness. He ran into his closet and came out in a button up shirt and a blazer. It was going to have to do.
He caught a cab to the restaurant, and walked through the door at 7:55. He saw the woman and joined her at the table for two. “Sorry I’m late. Have you ordered yet?”
