The date is with the very handsome and mature Mycroft Holmes, of all people. He's flying all the way back to London from Spain, just for me. How sweet of him.
Though he has no idea who I actually am. The texts I sent were anonymous, the reservation name "Adam Acker" is anonymous. But it'll all be perfect. I just know it will. With him not knowing who I truly am, I can withhold certain information, and send out only what I wish him to know. Meanwhile, I know mostly about him. Oh, I have done my research on the middle Holmes brother.
I've never dined at the Gauthier Soho before, but the reviews are stunning, and the menu..! Oh, the food sounds delicious. All very expensive, but my luxury funds are unlimited. I will, of course, be paying, to treat him.
Nothing could possibly go wrong, with the timing and distance.
Most likely, everything will go in my favour, and my advantages will be so much more.
And what makes it all the better? Mycroft even believes that it will be perfect. Aw, he's so sweet at times. Especially to me.
--James.
