Logan arrived a few minutes before 6 PM to Diamond Jim’s Speakeasy, he’d originally considered putting on a suit jacket, but decided he’d just carry it with him, in case the temperature wasn’t right for it. Walking in, he approached the host station. “Reservation for Scott Devalin?”

“Of course, Mr Devalin. Right this way.” The hostess said, guiding him to a table in the back of the restaurant.

Logan Mills