He’s very particular about everything.  He spends his evening fussing over appetizers and mains.

An examination of his pockets might reveal a sterile bag of tissue against which is nestled a small bottle of Purell.  Another pocket will reveal a fine pen with a turned maple body.   In an aluminum wallet are a travel rewards Mastercard and an American Express.

On his wrist he wears the latest hi tech watch.

His socks are purchased at the same gentleman’s store that his father bought socks at.  He never thinks of his socks as socks, but rather as hosiery.

He always works out early in the morning and is very careful to ensure that his gym kit goes straight to the laundry whilst his shower water is heating to the perfect temperature.  The white bath towels in his bathing chamber are always folded into exact thirds.

He dreams of committing a violent crime.

Not just any violent crime, but one that involves a well planned series of events that would be set into motion by a singular insignificant act.   From this lone stimulus would arise multiple parallel events that would act as decoys.

He looks up as the server sets the first plate in front of him.  He smiles and says thank-you and waits until after the server has left to adjust the plate and the cutlery to the perfect angle.

Everything in its place.

Every.

Single.

Thing.