Panacea | 4-15-2020 | Evening
The mayor had been graciously gifted the private room of the Mainstreet Italian Ristorante on very short notice, and it was there that she awaited the arrival of her two dinner guests. Most of the restaurant proper had been cleared anyway, considering the time and day of the week. There was a buzz in the air, and it had little to do with Eva's mutation or the wine she'd imbibed. She was feeling anxious. Not just about the topic(s) at hand, but at the looming confluence that was about to occur. Her father was a skeptic at most and the man she was introducing him to was, in his mind, a potential snake oil salesman. She relaxed her face then offered a well-trained smile to whoever it was entering the room first as the door opened.