Ethan sat at the restaurant for twenty minutes before a black BMW 7 Series pulled up at the entrance and a man walked out of the driver's seat, hurrying to the back and opening the door.
Stepping out was Irina, dressed in a white blazer and heels, she stepped out of the car, adjusting her sun glasses before walking into the restaurant's door.
Eyes of the other people in the restaurant were immediately drawn to her but she ignored all the attention and calmly walked directly towards his table as soon as she spotted him.
Two other men dressed in casual clothes walked in after her, choosing a table not far from Ethan's. At first glance, they blended in with the crowd, but the way their eyes scanned the room and the subtle bulges beneath their jackets told a different story.
They weren't civilians, they probably were Irina's bodyguards.
But Ethan didn't mind, after all, yesterday's attack was a valid reason to have guards around.
