The place was quiet, small enough and casual enough so as not to attract too much attention from what would surely seem like the two friendly co-workers having a nice meal. Which was what they would portray, even if some less-innocent intentions had brought Jensen here. Of course, it wasn't as though they were bound to get much attention, Vancouver was luckily quiet like that. Jensen had already chosen a table off-center, facing the floor of the restaurant and the rest of the patrons.
And if the patrons weren't aware of the way Jensen's pants were tighter than he was comfortable with, that was alright with him. The waitress approached and Jensen said something quiet to her about wine and flash her a smile. Easy.








