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A Chance Encounter || Laslow & Rayne

It wasn’t often he ventured outside of New Orleans anymore, but sometimes the grand old city couldn’t quite meet his needs when it came to his craft and he was forced to look elsewhere for more exotic resources. He had very specific requirements when it came to his distillery equipment and more still when it came to the import of ingredients. Hence, why he’d gone all the way to Chicago to meet with a new shipping proprietor - Bitter damsons, kosher almonds, Serbian plums, Indonesian cardamom, not to mention the variety of custom copper parts he need made for his stills every few years. It was a tall order for a small business owner to fill when he was so strapped for time. It was far easier to outsource to a trusted shipping manager. The name Rayne Travers had been supplied to him by other friends in the business and to his surprise she seemed quite amiable to a meeting in Chicago.

Being the gentleman his was, he of course allowed her to select the time and place and Laslow had to admit, his host had very fine taste indeed. A private booth at a French restaurant that did not carter to just anyone off of the street and a pre-ordered bottle of a fine Merlot set a promising stage for the upcoming negotiations. The sound of heels against lacquered hardwood made him look up and he was met by an absolute vision of a woman. Pale golden locks cascaded in loose ringlets about her stately shoulders and eyes of the purest blue seemed to shine with their own iridescence in the low light of the restaurant. Remembering himself, Laslow stood - propriety demanded the lady take her seat first and before that he needed to greet her properly.

“Ms. Travers, I presume?” he asked with a warm smile. “I salute your tastes, clearly I made the right choice in seeking you out.”

His voice was low and surprisingly soft, and despite leaving the Balkans so long ago, it was still laced with the sharp accent of his homeland. The words themselves weren’t extraordinary, a typical greeting she’d probably heard from other business tycoons a hundred times before, but his gentle timbre made them honestly sincere. His dark eyes crinkled in a genuine smile as he extended his hand towards her. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”