With his hair swooped over and the button up shirt, Conrad looked like Steve Rogers trying to fit into the 21st Century. There were still aspects about Conrad that were pre-World War II. The nice black leather jacket updated his look a bit, giving him that renegade edge Natalie fancied. He smoothed the creased in his shirt, somewhat nervous. For some reason he didn't think they would take to him. He looked the same age, but inwardly Conrad was an old man.
"You think they're going to like me?" He looked at the wine glass he picked up. He needed a scotch, but heavier liquor on his breath when they showed up wouldn't be a good idea.