BJ's at Arden Way wasn't by any mean a fancy place.
Still, it was a meeting with a woman (Women? Who knows who'd be brought by Ariadne.) and Raum felt obliged to keep
a proper gentleman face.
So as he came perfectly eight minutes before 6PM, he took two menus and sat at a four-person table which he reserved one day earlier - the one by the inner wall. Corners were too obvious and the center of restaurant would be uncomfortable.
The man checked his clothes once again. Pair of grayish-blue jeans, not too baggy and not too tight (and wallet in the pocket), check. White tight T-shirt under the loose, unbuttoned short-sleeve, white-and-navy blue-checked shirt, check. Pair of sneakers in according colors, check. Phone in the other pocket, check. Won't be long before I won't be able to dress like that. Damn.
Fast peeked at the watch hanging at the wall. Five to six.
"I'd like a brown ale, please," he said to a waitress, "I'll leave other orders to when my friend will come up."
She is coming up, right? I hope she did get some sleep.