Originally Posted by
Gnrlshrimp
[Sitar's Strings]
At a later...or perhaps earlier (who knows in this crazy place?) point in time to the events currently unfolding...
A gentleman enters the restaurant, eyes quickly searching for the fellow he's looking for. His white-gloved hand gently closes the door behind him as he steps inside, striding towards Brian Starling's VIP booth, cane gently tapping against the floor along the way.
The gentleman certainly seems well dressed. Right from the smart, expensive, freshly polished black shoes, past the neat grey suit with handkerchief neatly folded over the breast pocket, right up to his black silk top hat. Clearly a man with a lot of money to spend, since such an outfit can hardly have been cheap.
"Would you, sir, be Mr Brian Starling?" The gentleman asks, stopping a few paces away from the booth.