It was a nice, upscale eatery. Red brick walls, white tablecloths, staff in formal uniforms. The prices were higher than fast food, but not ridiculous. At a table in a quiet corner of the place, Naga sat and awaited her meeting.
The Mastigos was dressed to impress, and she idly watched the waitstaff and other customers. Mere observations to pass the time. She occasionally checked her phone, as well.
Eulogy had been emailed the address, date and time. The time was nearly here.