Cafe Fina, Tuesday night
Cafe Fina was technically closed. Alfred was out of town, Wadsworth had taken the wad of cash from Wayne Enterprises to take a vacation of his own, and the workmen were gone, but there was still a light on in the back of the restaurant. The lit area, alas, had no windows. One might wonder if that was an intentional decision on the part of the person who had lit that area.
Walter had taken the time to remove the drop cloth from one of the tables, and had found and used the supply of candles, leaving the immediate area warmly lit.
The front door was unlocked, although the closed sign was prominently displayed. Walter was in the kitchen, trying out a few tricks the chefs had seen fit to show him and waiting for his date to arrive.
[ooc: Locked to Nadia and NWS-ish.]
Walter had taken the time to remove the drop cloth from one of the tables, and had found and used the supply of candles, leaving the immediate area warmly lit.
The front door was unlocked, although the closed sign was prominently displayed. Walter was in the kitchen, trying out a few tricks the chefs had seen fit to show him and waiting for his date to arrive.
[ooc: Locked to Nadia and NWS-ish.]