Wen Kexing & Jack Kline
Kexing approached the table for his third date and the person sitting there seemed a bit young. However, he knows that looks can be deceiving. He was immortal and knew that there were those in Madison Valley that were too. Or there were those out there who were decades or centuries old.
Sitting down at the table he gives a slight nod to other, sitting his fan down on the table, and keeping it close even as he took a sip of his wine. "It hasn't gotten too overwhelming for you tonight, has it?"