On the exact opposite end of things, Sybil arrives early. Nearly a half hour early. She's frequented this location numerous times before, and at the very least has her set of preferred servers who she deals with. They're all too familiar with her having meetings come and go, or perhaps not come at all. She couldn't care less what the other patrons thought, so she pays them no mind at all.
Boxer's tardiness, however, sparks the smallest hint of annoyance at the back of her thoughts. If this venue were the type to permit it, she would be sorely tempted to indulge in a cigarette while she waited. She makes do with blowing out the little candles at her table. But as things were, she was stubborn and arrogant and she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction or humor of seeing her in the middle of a drink or any food. The most he would catch her with was her phone as she idly thumbed through her various other prospective meetings. Few had the appeal that he did, and even fewer had the audacity to behave like he had. Too many were all too willing to kneel down and kiss her feet, and while the first dozen were a treat... the further dozens had lost their appeal over the years.
When he finally arrives, she sets her phone face-down on the table with its metallic cover glimmering faintly. He had managed to match her with that suit of his, and that was something she was impressed by. Of course, her dress was entirely capable of turning heads on its own but that was beside the point.
She lets his comment slide, she honestly doesn't care if it's a lie or the truth. It was of little importance now. What she wants here, now, is to make a statement. He's statement enough with that faint glow of his, but she has a glow as well. It's one of many, many things she keeps hidden but... for this? Perhaps not.
Slowly, she reaches over to the nearby matches for the table's candles as he orders the wine. "I remain pleased that you chose to meet with me." she practically purrs the words.
"It would have been to your detriment to miss out on this opportunity." She's grinning now as she strikes the match against the box, the sudden flare of fire illuminating them both. More striking is the way the fire reflects and shines in her eyes, metallic colors swirling and shifting visibly throughout her iris... all around a very inhuman vertical pupil.
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Boxer's tardiness, however, sparks the smallest hint of annoyance at the back of her thoughts. If this venue were the type to permit it, she would be sorely tempted to indulge in a cigarette while she waited. She makes do with blowing out the little candles at her table. But as things were, she was stubborn and arrogant and she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction or humor of seeing her in the middle of a drink or any food. The most he would catch her with was her phone as she idly thumbed through her various other prospective meetings. Few had the appeal that he did, and even fewer had the audacity to behave like he had. Too many were all too willing to kneel down and kiss her feet, and while the first dozen were a treat... the further dozens had lost their appeal over the years.
When he finally arrives, she sets her phone face-down on the table with its metallic cover glimmering faintly. He had managed to match her with that suit of his, and that was something she was impressed by. Of course, her dress was entirely capable of turning heads on its own but that was beside the point.
She lets his comment slide, she honestly doesn't care if it's a lie or the truth. It was of little importance now. What she wants here, now, is to make a statement. He's statement enough with that faint glow of his, but she has a glow as well. It's one of many, many things she keeps hidden but... for this? Perhaps not.
Slowly, she reaches over to the nearby matches for the table's candles as he orders the wine. "I remain pleased that you chose to meet with me." she practically purrs the words.
"It would have been to your detriment to miss out on this opportunity." She's grinning now as she strikes the match against the box, the sudden flare of fire illuminating them both. More striking is the way the fire reflects and shines in her eyes, metallic colors swirling and shifting visibly throughout her iris... all around a very inhuman vertical pupil.
"And the wine is a lovely, lovely choice."