Anthony turned at the first word directed at him.  He turned his head slightly to have one ear towards Alex and raised an eyebrow to show he was focusing on listening, though it was completely unnecessary.  His hearing was quite astute after all.<br/><br/>Anthony turned back to the man and opened his mouth to respond, but then paused.  He lifted his glass while he made a motion to the empty seat in front of Alex, asking silently if he could move over to Alex’s table.  At Alex’s assent, Anthony stood and collected his packet of papers, then took a few steps over to the vacant seat.  He set the packet next to the abandoned salad and slid into the seat.  His movements were quite smooth and sure.  He did not take off the long coat, but left it open as he sat down.  He took a moment to adjust the seat before lifting his face to Alex.<br/><br/>“My apologies, I just did not want to yell across my table and then your table,” he said in explanation, though he knew it wasn’t needed.  His voice was deep, but did not rumble.  It was also confidant and full of self-assurance.  It resonated in Anthony’s chest as he spoke, his words coming easily, with very little pauses.<br/><br/>“But in answer to your question, I am actually here alone.  I had some business to conclude and the bank chose this place .  Now, I find myself trying to think of something to do.”  Anthony raised his glass and tilted it to his lips, letting the wine wet them.  He let only a small amount enter his mouth before setting the glass back down.  “I am not too familiar with Toronto, though.”<br/><br/>Anthony gave a low chuckle as he shrugged ever so slightly.  “I guess I must appear quite the tourist to some.”<br/><br/>He did pause at this point, but then leaned forward toward the other man and held his hand out.  “Anthony Wallace.”