The time of day was late afternoon. 3:27, if one wanted to get to the very detail of the minute. The weather, optimal. It was a beautiful day, hard to believe that winter was soon approaching, the days of autumn soon coming to an end. It was a change from the usual rainy and wet days, wind blowing hard from what seemed like every direction. The citizens of Paris, France, were out and about, enjoying the slightly cool, crisp day while they could, before having to deal with the cooler weather that was no doubt brooding and waiting for the right moment to appear, to strike unexpectedly. There weren't as many tourists visiting, which was no downgrade for the people, who were mostly getting sick of seeing people everywhere, taking pictures and being, well, tourists.<br/><br/>In a quieter section of the wondrous city, an older more homely place, sat a cafe, where one could choose to either sit outside on the ground patio or the upper deck balcony, or choose a table inside. The aroma that surrounded the place was mouth watering, not only the scents of coffee could be picked up, but of warm, fresh delicacies like cookies and sweet breads. Despite the charm of the entire area, this place was a brooding hot pot of underlying crime and mafia business, a world known to many, but home to very few.<br/><br/>A young man wearing an immaculate suit with a unique detailed bit of a collar lined with fur could be seen walking casually down the stone sidewalk, bright golden eyes glancing this way and that at the scenery, raising a hand here and there in greeting to people whom had called to him, a brilliant smile on his face, teeth perfectly white despite the fact he had a lit cigarette in his fingers. Just as the city was beautiful, and the women even more so, this man too was stunning, with his perfectly sculpted face, silken gold hair, slim features, and air of near godliness.<br/><br/>But looks aren't everything. People hide parts of themselves so that others don't know who they truly are. And this man wasn't exempt from that rule. Turning towards the cafe, the golden eyed male swiftly scans the appearance and outlying perimeter of the area, picking up the image of a man who looked slightly out of place, drinking a cup of coffee outside. Plastering a charming smile on his face, the man moves closer, his eyes twinkling in the sunlight that was shining, approaching the man. If he was correct, this was the guy he was here to see.<br/><br/>"Bonne après-midi! Excusez-moi, but would you be interested in taking a look at some watches? I know it sounds rather shady, hearing that line from cartoons and such, but what I have for sale are rare and one of a kind. The best in stock, even the king himself would want to wear one!" If this was the guy, he would recognize the key words being 'king, best in stock, and that line'. He settles his gaze on the man seated there, waiting to see what the guy would say or do. If it was the right one, then they could continue on their task, the whole reason this was happening was for some guy to from England to meet his boss.