[Bistros were just fancy sandwich shops, right? Right? Someone tell him he's right. Damn, he's clearly not right is he? Man does Clint feel just a bit under dressed in his t-shirt and jeans. This was probably a mess wasn't it? God why did he let Nat set himself up with this?

Who exactly did she know to cause this whole thing? Fuck. Clint sighed and moved into the building, looking for someone at a table alone. Angel. He's looking for an Angel?

When he finds a guy sitting alone he stops and nods a brief hello.]

Hi. I'm looking for an Angel?