He led the group inside with one arm around me, practically dragging me along. We were seated in a circular, dark colored wooden table that held just barely enough lighting to be able to read the menus; apparently that was what made the place “mysterious” or something.

Anyway, we all ordered our drinks soon after and the conversations began.

“So Marshall, how is that new Effects project coming along?” asked James, who sat just two chairs away from me.

“Oh, it’s going good; everything seems to be working pretty smoothly for once.” I joked.

My suspicion on just how he knew about this film project grew in the back of my mind. I was able to shrug it off a moment later, but it still persisted for an answer.