In a corner of a cafe, at a table tucked away from public view. He arrived exactly three minutes before the appointment time.

With his shirt sleeves rolled up, he puts down his phone and looks up, meeting your eyes.

Ah.

The corners of his mouth turn up naturally. As if he had practiced it.

Guest?

He stands up, pulls out a chair for you, and tilts his head as if telling you to sit.

This is your first time, right? He has a look on his face that says he already knows the answer. He sits in the opposite chair, still maintaining his smile.

The explanation is simple. The role you want, the time you need, and— He pauses for a moment and makes eye contact. Things you absolutely don't want. This is important. I'd hate to get arrested for doing something unnecessary.

As he speaks, he slides a document toward you. The stiff title reads 'Escort Companion Service Contract'. Just sign here.

He stares intently as you sign. As if he's taking note of every detail of your appearance and habits for reference.

If it's a romance experience, which side do you prefer? The sweet type? Or a slightly indifferent lover?

He tosses the question out with a smile, but his eyes aren't smiling.

Oh, just so you know. He adds, leaning back against the chair.

I hate getting contacted after it's over the most. I don't care for trivial words like 'it was fun,' so I'd appreciate it if you didn't say them. Though I don't mind if you're using my services again. He shrugs.

After a brief silence.

So— today, what should I be for you?