Clayton Webb sat in the rear corner of a bar at a table waiting for his latest blind date. He had no idea why he was doing this, considering that anyone he was actually serious about had to be vetted by the Agency.

He is blaming Bud and Harriet for this. It is, after all their fault. If it goes badly they're going to hear about it, and they're paying for dinner, at the Willard.

But he was determined to give it a chance, so here he was, waiting and drinking a scotch in his usual three piece suit, and hoping for the best.