The Master had been feeling so good lately. He felt like himself again. Now, he was actually able to think, though the drums were still there, but he didn't have the complete insanity, the constant state of death or the insatiable hunger plaguing him anymore. He was definitely his Saxon self once again. Charm was his strong suit again, and he even had a grasp on his hypnotic abilities again. But the icing on the cake for him was the fact he definitely seemed to be getting somewhere with Romana. He wasn't a complete idiot, he knew she undoubtedly still had reservations about him given everything he'd done in his past, but she was giving him a chance, and he wasn't about to let it slip through his hands.
Always the opportunist, the Master was more than ready to get a leg up on the Doctor, if the man ever showed up. It seemed that the Doctor had gone, he hadn't heard from him or sensed him, but he didn't mourn it completely. He liked that he wouldn't be interfered with, unless Martha decided to get involved, though he knew the woman would be watching him closely. But as long as he could on keeping Romana on his side, then he'd have someone he could always rely on, someone who'd back him up when he needed it.
The Master was dressed in a suit with a tie. He could possibly be little over-dressed, but now that he looked like a normal person instead of an escapee from an asylum and he wanted to make a statement that he felt better, felt normal for once. He went to the restaurant, a bit of a spring to his step. He almost did a dance move, but refrained from it. He stepped into the restaurant and glanced around for the ex President. He couldn't help but see the irony in the fact that she was an ex President and he was an ex Prime Minister. When he spotted the woman, he smiled and walked over to her.
"Hello, Romana," he greeted in a smooth tone. He was clean-shaven and his hair was a darker blond, not the white that it had been before he had been restored.