John saw some of the other people at the conference in and around the bar. He had found himself drawn to it, in spite of or because of, the name he supposed; matching his own. He sipped at a whiskey with water as more familiar faces passed by, exchanging polite nods. He had made some advances against a couple of the prettiest females, but it was quite obvious they weren't interested. There were taller men around with stronger chins, better suits and cooler haircuts.<br/><br/>Not that John was homely. No, he was one of those many people in the mediocre section of the scale of attractiveness. With his average height and build and average face, he could have upped his marketing value by having an interesting personality and radiant charisma. Unfortunately, he was only supplied with average abilities in that department as well. The kind of things John Anderson excelled at were areas of expertise that weren't in high demand in modern life and on the corporate ladder.<br/><br/>The mirror across the bar showed a man in his early thirties. Divorced, with no children (not that that really showed in the mirror). His dark hair was short on the sides and longish on top, combed back or sideways pending his mood. He wore a casual suit with a white shirt.<br/><br/>Turning away from the bar, his attention was drawn to the windows. The sky was going the color of his eyes. Dark and gray.