An Old Memory
Jake Devonshire, a man barely recognizable to the man he met weeks ago, sat across from him at one of Iron Horse's table booths. Iron Horse shuffled with the elites coming in and out, among the VIP room so surely the two, especially Jake who screamed suspicious, stood out from the glittering crowd.
How strange.
Same scene, same man, and yet Jake wore a black hat and a long khaki coat that hung to his knees. Gone were the dark circles plaguing underneath Jake's eyes. Gone were the scruffy beard and in place, he was clean shaven and dressed to finally shed the truths.
It was like watching the most puzzling change right before his very eyes take place. A few weeks undergoing thought and coffee perhaps did Jake some good.
"You found me," Dane was the first to speak, his tone hard edged to reveal the surprise that kept flooding him.
He actually chuckled. "I'm a bit rusty but it wasn't difficult to find you in the media's lens."