Hayato settled into a chair at the bar, offering a polite nod to the bartender as he settled in. The man nodded back, obviously recalling the Mantis patron from all his previous trips.

The Mantis was dressed well, in a white button down and black slacks, a grey vest that almost matched his eyes over his shirt. It was well tailored, and absolutely modern. Placing an order for a Macha made in heaven, he turned towards the dance floor, curious if he would see anyone he knew this evening.