"Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Mia Vincent." I extended my hand towards the man who looks like the head guy. I'd seen a picture of him, but he looked much different from it; a bit older, wearier. He was in casual clothes, ripped jeans and a Batman T-shirt. The only thing that made him stand out was the calculating look in his eyes. In his stream of work, being invisible was a pretty good thing. He was in his late twenties, new in the business and nervous by the looks of it. He was more confused than nervous; my presence wasn't intimidating… yet.
His hands were clenched at his sides and he openly gaped at my extended hand. He took it eventually, making it hard for me to keep my face free from the irritation I was feeling by the time he took it. From the look in his eyes, he had already thought about my identity and the outcome of our meeting by the time I let go of his hand.
