Tuesday, 19 November, 2359; Tiger Tiger, Vasa Park, Bellevue, Seattle Metroplex
The man smiled in polite acknowledgement and flashed a data packet to Serge's commlink. "I have a meishi as well," he said, producing an embossed bit of cardstock, "if you're the traditional type." He placed it on the bar. It contained a simple commcode, nothing else. "Call day or night. But don't take your time. Those gangers are not the look we want." He turned and left, moving smoothly through the crowd and briskly up the steps, finally going out the main doors.
When Serge returned to his table with the drinks, he found another man there. This one had a dark cast to his features, possibly African or South Asian descent. He was human, medium height, medium build. He wore a suit - nice, but casual enough that it didn't seem out of place here in the club. He looked maybe thirty? He was sitting with Veronica, but not too close. Seeing Serge approach, he smiled and stood, relinquishing his seat. "Thank you," he said to Veronica, with enough volume to be heard over the electronic din. She gave him a friendly wave. Then the stranger said, "You're a very lucky man," to Serge as he moved to take his leave.