<strong>Malaya<br/>At her preferred bar<br/>Leaving for Giuseppe’s</strong><br/><br/>The phone went silent. Malaya smiled. “Giuseppe’s, huh?” she said quietly to herself, already mentally preparing for what could become a very exciting evening. Malaya slipped away from the bar to the restroom to spruce up a little before her impromptu dinner date.<br/><br/>A few minutes later and a modest amount of makeup, Malaya appeared remarkably refreshed and ready to take on the world. Luckily, Giuseppe’s wasn’t terribly far away; it only took two bus transfers and half block walk to get to the little Italian hole-in-the-wall. Service was lousy, but it had everything she and Butterfly would need to meet a new client.<br/><br/>Malaya walked into the restaurant and quickly spotted Butterfly and the new fan. Malaya walked over the table wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket to easily conceal her butterfly knife. She accepted the southern man’s hand and gave a firm hand shake as the man greeted her. “Likewise,” Malaya greeted in return before the fan announced that he had already ordered something to eat. Malaya knew by this place’s standards—it would be good long time after the food was ordered before it would arrive. “Don’t mind at all, order all you want” Malaya assured as she took a seat. She gave a small chuckle, “The food’s always worth the wait, but that just gives us plenty of time to talk.” A small smile creased her lips, “So, what brings you here, Mr. …?”<br/>