Andreas found that it was harder to play around with a server who had bigger things on their mind.  He was used to being able to give someone looks from a distance that were meant to lure them in.  Sometimes sweet, sometimes suggestive…  It kept the heat rolling and the desire to have a moment alone strong.  This was different.  Alex was keeping his head down, his outward self focused on work.  What was going on in that pretty little head, Andreas could only guess, but he hoped it was an eagerness for the clock to move a little faster.<br/><br/>When the time finally came, he was given a subtle clue as to where to meet.  Andreas was good at subtly, and so he left some cash under his mostly empty beer bottle and made a stealthy retreat out of the club.  He went around toward the back, peeking around the corner to see Alex standing there looking chilled.<br/><br/>“You should find better employment,” the assassin commented as he came into view.  A smile followed, and he did his part as a gentleman and shrugged out of the expensive jacket to wrap it around Alex so he could keep warm.  “I’m sorry if I made things rough for you, tonight.”