An evening out for ill_take_bottom

[red_peril]

After the conclusion of their adventures in Istanbul, the three spies had been sent to the American city. Waverly informed them that this would be the new headquarters of the fledgling U.N.C.L.E. agency. Illya had only been there for a few weeks and was still learning his way around New York. He spent some of his spare time studying maps of the city, so the little cafe was fairly easy to find. It was only a short distance from U.N.C.L.E.'s new headquarters.

He went inside and took a seat in a booth by the window. Cowboy was no where to be seen. He had arrived ahead of Solo. The waitress sauntered over and offered him coffee. "Tea, please. With lemon." She gave him a funny look and a menu. She returned a minute or so later with a cup of hot black tea with a wedge of lemon on the side. He got another funny look from her when he told her he would wait to order until his companion had arrived.

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[ill_take_bottom]

It didn't take Napoleon long to get to the cafe. He walked in, smiling at the waitresses as he pulled his jacket off and moved to the booth where Illya was sitting. "Peril." He said with a smile as he slid in across from the man.

"Did you have a problem finding the place?" He asked picking up the menu on the table.