"You're in luck," Gil says to the man with his practiced smile. He holds his glass by the top, the palm of his head covering the opening. Though it is only water and ice, he twirls it about slowly in his hand, and seems to regard the result with a passive interest. "Time is something I have in abundance. The lack of scarcity means I won't even charge you for the product." He places the glass back down on the table, and finally takes a look at the man he's speaking to.

"Enrique. Only one name? You used two names when addressing me. You keep your eyes behind a pair of shades. Of course your business suit tells me so much more than your eyes ever could. You'd rather sweat in the summer heat than shed your attire for something more appropriate to the weather. You live in a world where casual appearances like mine aren't allowed. You have something for me, a message most likely, and it's a message that can go to no one else.

"I am intrigued," he flashes his teeth for merely a moment as a true smile slips out. They're normal pearly whites, well maintained, yet on his face they look almost like tombstones. "Tell me your message, Enrique."