[At least one of them understood what this was going in. Reeve really is going to have to yell at someone for this later. For now, though, he made his way into the cafe to look for the man that had been vaguely described to him. And only one person even remotely fits the comparison of 'fashionable and intriguing, with the facial hair. Actually, he could have guessed on that alone.
He approaches and offers a smile and a tilt of his head.]
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He approaches and offers a smile and a tilt of his head.]
Good afternoon. Would you be Dorian?