At 3rd floor, Fifty-third and Elm

At 19.04 Arons finger pressed the doorbell at Meegans door. His jaguar was parked outside the building, he fully trusted the rather sophisticated security system to make sure people didn't run away with it. He had thought about wearing a tuxedo, after all it was a dinner date, but he had thought the better of it. Americans were less formal and he sometimes got the feeling that tuxedos intimidated them. Instead he was wearing a black, casual blazer. Tailor made ofcourse, Aron wouldn't have dreamt of buying one in a regular store, but fairly casual non the less. The black walking stick was at his side as always, polished and fitted with a head of brushed steal instead of the regular silver one. He was curious about this evening though, he was usually the one inviting ladies to his house and yet he had received two invitations this week. Womens liberation was something Aron was whole-heartetly for, after all it usually proved to his own benefit.