08-30-2023, 09:34 PM
It had been a long time since he crossed paths with the woman he was here to meet. Admittedly, it was a strange time of day to meet for lunch, but Kaelan’s schedule demanded flexibility. The opportunity when his experiments were between steps for incubation or long mixing times meant his life flowed around his work.
In compromise of the strange time, they were meeting in a place near the Kremlin, and apparently, she was a fan of the food.
The host informed him that she hadn’t yet arrived, and showed him to a table along the edge of the wall. There were a few others present, but he ignored them as he passed by. He was dressed in business casual, the shirt was open collar topped with a jacket he kept in the lab for just such appearances, and as such did not stand out.
He ordered a beverage and checked his Wallet while he waited.
In compromise of the strange time, they were meeting in a place near the Kremlin, and apparently, she was a fan of the food.
The host informed him that she hadn’t yet arrived, and showed him to a table along the edge of the wall. There were a few others present, but he ignored them as he passed by. He was dressed in business casual, the shirt was open collar topped with a jacket he kept in the lab for just such appearances, and as such did not stand out.
He ordered a beverage and checked his Wallet while he waited.
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