Gisborne was definitely angry when he realized John was either very late, or he'd hung him out to dry to look like an absolute fool. He looked at his watch with absolute disgust. This place had rich people money all over it, and he was not only in uniform but uncomfortable. He sat at his end of the bar, refusing a drink until the wanker showed his face. The only thing he had in front of him was a glass of water.
He heard the heels clink against the black and white tile floor, but he didn't even lift his head. He expectantly called John on his cell number about to curse him out.