Jul 14, 2017
Jamie walked through the door of the Bottom Line and glanced around. The bar was just blocks from the White House, and absolutely filled with people. Lifting his hand to the outside of his jacket pocket, Jamie could feel the stranger's wallet sitting securely inside. He pulled out his phone to send another text, alerting the mysterious individual that he had arrived.
The entire situation was ridiculous, and Jamie felt out of place standing by the door. He didn't want anyone to think that he was waiting for a drug deal to go down. Instead, he found a spot to stand at the bar and ordered a beer. When it arrived, he slapped a ten dollar bill down and looked around the room, waiting for the stranger to show up.