He was known for his punctuality, a trait molded by numerous court dates and several heists. Often, running behind meant all the efforts of previous weeks were wasted, and you were caught. No, Jonathan Crane was early to his date with Clio, careful to stand across the street and watched. He mulled over the prospect while he did so, wondering why he had actually agreed. Usually such meetings were confined to business deals in his life, not social company.

He had never longed for any of that. He had been accustomed to solitude, and more than happy to continue down that path he already knew. People could never be trusted in the long run.

It wasn't too late to leave, but he ignored that urge, instead crossing to the proper block. Hopefully she would be easily recognizable.