"Right, I think I remember Williams saying something about a capital fight in Cali a few days ago. He was drunk at the time, so I didn't pay attention - but then, he usually is," Donnie returns with a lopsided smile that pulls at his faded old scar. Lowering himself carefully into the seat opposite his companion - and taking the opportunity to get a proper eyeful, hot damn - he shrugs out of his jacket and loosens his navy-blue tie.
"Are you asking in a professional capacity, or personal?" He returns her question, laying his hands palm-down on the table between them. "Because I'm single as hell, but married to my job," and he laughs, a light sound that does more to flag down a waiter - twentysomething, sandy-haired, and uniformed - than any hand-waving. The man leaves a pair of menus and departs with his own smile, and Donnie twists his head, a muffled 'pop' of realigning ligament rising from beneath his starched collar.
"In seriousness, I represent Williams-Mordhauser in legal affairs, but I'm not here for them, Ms. Hanamura - may I call you Nodoka?" One eye on the menu, he drags a finger down the list of drinks and finger-foods, the other on the frankly astonishing specimen sat across the booth. "Tonight I'm not the chief legal officer of a shipping firm - I am merely the man buying you a drink."
