The bar Daniel had chosen was an uber trendy cocktail lounge perhaps styled to look like a 1950s science fiction laboratory. Beakers and test-tubes all back lit with yellow gas or neon lights. Twenty and thirty somethings all dressed in slim cut blazers and black cocktail dresses, driving trance music, bartenders with period suspenders and waxed mustaches; this was not Anna's scene, but it also wasn't Daniel's... or at least not the Daniel Anna remembered.

Her Ex was sitting at booth on the far end of the room at a leather clad booth. Daniel looked sharp, dressed in a light grey sweater under a black pinstripe jacket. His hair was heavily styled, something he had only started doing recently, and a silver cross hung on a chain around his neck. Daniel looked up from a neon blue drink in a martini glass, pensively studying Anna. When Anna finally sits down, Daniel coldly says, "You've had me very worried the past couple of days Anna. What happened?"