Luna slowly steps out of the roadster, showing off her long legs in black slip in pumps. She decided to go with the option of a taller Louis heel for the evening but also for the reason that she felt extremely self conscious about her height, since the only thing she could recall from her previous encounters with females was that, they were always at least a foot taller. She was fitted in Madeleine Vionnet where the white satin, bias-cut gown she managed to squeeze herself into, made her look like some daring sex symbol which she was not particularly happy about. Now, she would have to spend the rest of the night pretending that she was. Unfortunately, her décolleté area wasn't covered either, which put her more in a place of discomfort. Her hair was styled in short, hard curls framing her face and she wore cocaine white pearls in her ears. Among many other things she was unaware of, she never realised the extravagant beauty she emitted. Ultimately, however, the faded bruises on her wrist were a cause of her father's degradation and brutality, thus she grew up to believe that she was nothing but a hideous wreckage, yet she had faith that the elbow length gloves she was wearing would shield her from any suspicious stares. She ducks her head slightly to avoid confrontation with any stranger passing by on the sidewalk of The Musso and Frank Grill, the location she agreed to meet at 'to discuss some urgent matters'.

But who exactly was the person she agreed to meet with?

John stepped out of The Grill in a stylish manner, running his fingers through his hair as he glanced left to right. He immediately identified LunaGato who was stepping out a vehicle. They exchanged a subtle nod before they briefly made eye contact. Then with a single motion of his head, he stepped back inside. 

"Miss Gato, please take a seat." 

He slid the seat back for her then joined her at the table. 
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"A package needs to be picked up." 

He whispered after carefully surveying the scene, making sure the coast was clear. 

"Its for TM. Should be simple enough. It's down in the San Fernando Valley Sepulveda Boulevard," he studied her for a second then continued. John didn't know what was going through her mind or what other intentions she had, but nonetheless he had a good feeling about her. Her low key and quiet presence was certainly refreshing. Sometimes he needed a break from the boys back at the HQ. 

"In an unfortunate circumstance where you find yourself unsure about the instructions I have just given you, I can come with you, if you'd like of course. Although this is solely your job and should be completed alone, I am happy to assist."

He takes a sip of his coffee and winks.

"I got your back and you know that."