A Civilized Discussion

A man is leaning on a column, waiting for something. A man and a woman come walking in, dressed in fresh cream colored suits.
“Oh, sir, I almost didn’t recognize you!” the man in the black suit exclaims.
“Me neither, what are you doing here?” the other man mutters, the second part quietly under his breath. “You best get out of here darling, I’ve got money on the underdog for this next race,”
The woman nods, and continues away from the two men, but does not make her way to the track.
“What were you thinking, showing up here?” the younger man asks. He waves a package of cigarettes at the other man.
“No thanks, you know I hate that crap. And I could ask you the same thing. You’re in at least as much danger as I am.”
“No, you’re not. I’ll use my own lighter. You have to get out of here.”
“As do you. I’m not as naive as you think, I have some idea of the danger that you’ve put yourself in by even just talking to me here.”
“You get out, and I’ll meet you in the usual spot. In one hour.”
“30 minutes.”
“45. You know you can’t rush these things.”
“I’ve got it, I’ve got it. Fine. I’ll get her and get out in a few.”
“Who was she?”
“Trade secrets. I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
The younger man scowls, and looks across the room at his friend, who is gesturing wildly at him.
“I’ve got an idea. You’ll leave in a few.”
“This is why I hate working with you. You’re always too damn vague.”
“Pot to the kettle. Besides, it’ll be less suspicious than you just leaving out of the blue.”
He couldn’t dispute that.
“What’re you two talking about?” the third man asks, walking up and facing them both confrontationally.
“Just meeting an old friend. You know your shoe’s untied?”
The new man bends down, and as he rises back to his feet he bumps into the older man’s arm, spilling his drink onto his cream suit.
“Oh, sir I’m so sorry!” the man exclaims, not the least bit surprised by the spreading stain on the old man’s suit.
“No, no, I guess I needed to head out anyway,” he says, turning to glance at the man in the dark suit, before retreating out the door, muttering obscenities under his breath for anyone listening to catch.

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