For the sake of argument, let's assume it is just now "Next Thursday" :P
Against the corner of the Shady Lady Saloon stands Warren Locke, adorned in a simple dark blazer, slacks, and a polo shirt. The leather boots do not quite explain the effects of his Mantle, but that is fine. One convenient effect of a crowd is the ability for sounds and smells to be concealed in the populous. The Ogre is not leaning; he rarely does. But the effect is similar. He appears to be at rest, and casually waiting for a friend to appear.
Glamour hides his true form to all eyes, this night. Only his shadow, freakishly broad and muscular, might reveal his Fae nature to those who can perceive such things. Then again, the angle of the light from the corner sign casts light at such a direct angle across the building's wall, surely that could be a trick of the light, right?
It is a matter of security. This is a public location, but it is unassociated with the Freehold and its officers. Prying eyes may not be friendly, and Locke will not be responsible for placing L'aire in danger.
For what it is worth, Locke is fairly recognizable to someone who is familiar with his Mask. His features are not as broadly stretched, and of course his flesh is the color of man's, but he still resembles the monstrous Witchtooth that he is.
-1 Glamour to harden the Mask