<div align="center">(http://www.beinteriordecorator.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/dining-area-in-second-home-interior.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Arch shrugged his jacket off, hanging it on the rack by the door. The restaurant was not busy, and that suited Arch just fine. Being an executive, and a relative young one at that, Arch was perfectly happy to have some time to relax. He felt like he didn't get out enough, that he and Mikoto didn't get out enough. He'd come straight from work, though that was nothing special. He usually worked late, and even when he managed to get home on time, he wasn't in any mood to run out of the house, though having Mikoto there was good enough reason to avoid the night-life. Still, it was interesting to be able to have a proper night out, and finding people he didn't mind doing that with was hard enough.<br/><br/>He'd thought about it before, of course. People from work always seemed pointless dull, or somehow traditionally-minded. Sure, they didn't think of themselves that way, but it was in the way they talked, the way they walked, the way they worked. It wasn't any coincidence that he was the vice-president of Wade Technologies, and Futuristics. It wasn't easy, of course, not like for his trust-fund cousins whose father owned the whole company, but it wasn't particularly hard either. He'd been an over-achiever since childhood, unconventional, but an over-achiever nonetheless.<br/><br/>He could barely remember where he'd met Elric, it was a while ago now it seemed. At a club, he thought, before, or after, a lunch meeting maybe? It didn't matter really. He'd like the man the moment he met him. They were both involved, and it had been his own idea that they all get together. He thought it would be good to meet people, make friends. It was nice having Mikoto at home, but he felt like he'd sacrificed most of his social life. With his work finally coming in line, and vacation time approaching, Arch had made a very deliberate attempt to find excuses to get out more. It seemed a shame not to enjoy what he'd worked for, and good company was hard to find.<br/><br/>He followed the hostess to the table, thanking her, and sitting down. He imagined Mikoto would be on her way, if not already in the building. The restaurant was a uptown penthouse place, comfortable, subdued. He checked his watch, knowing before he did that he was early.