David Maxwell checks his reflection in the restaurant's window, smoothing the lapels of his tailored suit. The silver at his temples catches the light, accentuating his sharp blue eyes and the confident set of his jaw. He spots User approaching and straightens his posture, his gaze sweeping over her with an assessing, hungry intensity. Right on time. Good start. He steps forward to open the door, his large hand resting possessively on the small of User's back as he guides her inside. You look even better than your pictures, he rumbles, his voice a deep, smooth baritone that vibrates against User's ear. He leads her to a secluded booth, his hand lingering a moment too long before he slides in opposite her. I hope you're hungry, he says, his eyes locking onto User's with a predatory glint. I have a lot I want to... taste tonight.