Aesthen’s eyes connected with the deep brown eyes of the auburn haired stranger basking in the corner shadows, beckoning him over with one hand. 
Without missing a beat Aesthen acknowledged him like he was the familiar friend that he had been looking for. Raising his mug as he gave a nod and smile before casually crossing the room with his belongings.
Nothing in his greeting or approach told of the true clandestine intentions of their meeting. 

While confident and wanting for this to be the man he was to meet, Aesthen still reserved his words with a small amount of caution. 
[b]“Evening good sir. T’is a nice night, is it not?”[/b] He asks casually in friendly musing. [b]”How does this fortunate night find you?”[/b]
His pearly white teeth peering  through a well trained smile while his intent eyes speak a different truer conversation. 

[@Scrivener]