Quite honestly Lan Zhan stuck out like a sore thumb. Not only was he the only one outfitted in modern clothing but he was also by his observation the only person of colour currently in the diner, but text on the network didn't translate to ethinicity, which was in many ways the benefits of written exchange. He blinked and in the time it took his lashes to lift again the door had been opened, the small bell tinkling to announce the arrival of a new customer, and after a brief assessment he drew the conclusion that this must be Ben.
He held up a hand and cleared his throat, indicating that he was the person he was looking for.
"You must be Ben," he said as the other man approached. "I am Lan Zhan."