“I understand.” Aiden said, folding his notebook up and putting it in his pocket. Research was temperamental and even the best of hypothesises often failed to materialise anything useful outside of a hypothetical or laboratory setting.
“Not a no, I’d very much like to have dinner with you.” Aiden said. He’d let his nerves get the better of him before, had allowed himself to be swayed by gossip rather than fact. Not good for a journalist. There might be something a bit cold about Kingston Price but that was common about a good deal of men who were in the eye of the media.