Simon first read the PM and was disappointed in any concrete proof that she lived in the same city.  Although the description was informative and it did fit the Trattoria Almalfi it was hardly conclusive evidence.  He would need to work harder to find out, but he had to figure out the right question to ask lest he scare off his partner.  As he was thinking, he first sent off an PM:<br/><br/>"Glad to be of some help.  Anniversaries are special occasions to be cherished so I figured you would want to make that night extra memorable.  If you wouldn't mind, could you keep me posted on the situation?"<br/><br/>After sending it, Simon opened up a tab to read her response in the story.  It looked like Emma and her mistress were ready for a little more action and Simon and Valter would more than willingly oblige:<br/><br/>"Valter smiled broadly as Emma agreed to his proposition.<em>Of course there would be a little quid pro quo required in return...</em>Valter kept a close guard on his expression as he eyed over Emma's posterior profile as she picked up her wrap and purse from the coat check.  A natural beauty from her silken brunette hair to her firm buttocks and hips that swayed most pleasingly.  She would of course require discipline and a firm hand in molding her disposition, but she would be his in the end.<br/><br/>Valter took a moment to arrange an appointment for a private viewing of the gallery and the artist's work for a future date while waiting for Emma.  When finished he headed back to Emma's side and took her arm in hers, holding her hand within his, feeling the gentle warmth of her fingers as he interlaced them with his.  With a smile on his face, he walked her out of the gallery and gestured and whistled down a cab.  Valter let Emma first enter the taxi before entering and closing the door himself.  He gave the driver directions to his apartment before turning his full attentions back on Emma, his left hand resting atop of her right gently caressing it.<br/><br/>"It occurs to me that a proper relationship is built on knowledge whether it be business or perhaps personal and I would like to get to know you better as I hope you will get to know me.  But since we know so little about each other, why don't we play a little game to pass the time in the car?  I'll ask you a question about yourself and in turn you can ask me any question that pops to mind.  If the questions get too personal, feel free to tell me off.<br/><br/>I'll start with a simple one; Why did you decide to become an art dealer?""<br/><br/>Simon posted his response and sat back.  He had an hour or two to go before he had to go get some sleep.  Working the evening shift meant that aside from the odd hours he was asleep during the time that most people headed to work.  Of course the upside was that the city had its unique charms that were only obvious during the silent hours of the night.