Leo entered the expensive, well furnished restaurant wearing a long black jacket over a white shirt and black pants. Although the weather forecast was it would snow but he didn't feel too cold. He fished out his phone from his back pocket. Checking the time behind his sunglasses covered eyes. It was 5 minutes to noon. None the less he pushed the glass door entering the restaurant. The heater and warmth of the place enveloping him. He reached the reception confirming the reservation for Miss Sarah Connor. The receptionist pointed to the table in the corner of the room by the glass window that looked over the city. He noted the table for two moving towards it.
The moment he reached the table he noticed a man sitting in front of him. His back facing Leo. Leo's white shoes skidded to a stop. His breath stuck. He wanted to swallow but a lump in his throat stopped him to do so.
