[@Old Amsterdam]

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[i]Abort mission[/i]. Kimber just smiled. Inhaling than exhaling away from her towards the ceiling, before looking back at her.

“Just to chat,” Kimber tells her, “Isn’t that what a room of strangers does? Chat. Warmup. Get to know each other. No ulterior motives.”

Because he wasn’t about go taming a bull. He didn’t like rodeos when it came to woman. 

“How about we get on a better foot, yes?” Kimber replies, “I’d like a cranberry vodka. And that’s what I like to drink. You like a scotch dry. That’s a really great drink.”

Kimber smiles at her, “See not so hard. Just friendly banter. What do you think so far, of the people who have arrived?”

He eyes a man who came in from the back. His hair was really stylish. Put Kimber’s styled hair to shame, but he walked stiff and militant. That’s a weird juxtaposition.