Marcus apparated in a puff of smoke in the alleyway behind the Three Broomsticks. With a relieved sigh, he took the grey dress hat off his head, placing it under the crook of his arm while he ran his fingers through his hair. With a smile, he started to walk around to the front of the building, placing the hat back on his head as he straightened out his black blazer. Once he was satisfied, the bounty hunter pulled something out of his pocket. To the naked eye, it looked like a floating turquoise ribbon, as if it were wrapped around a stick that wasn't there. Hope she likes her flower, he thought with a smirk.
Soon, Flint was walking through the doorway into the dull light of the Pub. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he peered around looking for his date for the evening. He moved through the bustling crowd before finally spotting Katie Bell sitting at a table near the back, hands folded on her lap, no drink on the table. He smiled and made his way over to the table, holding on tight to the invisible object in his hand.