I had just barely walked through the door to Sector 1 when Salvatore seemed to materialize from thin air, twirling a pen between his fingers.
He gestured towards the chairs at the back of the room.
Despite my qualms about the situation, I found myself sitting down in one of the chairs anyway. Salvatore chose to sit on top of the table instead, crossing his legs daintily.
He grinned his shark-toothed grin.
In fact, it was such a good idea that I started keeping my own record of events– so, here we are.