[Clayton might've missed him if Aleksander hadn't called in his direction - with the full black attire, he gives the convincing illusion of a shadow cast in the light of the streetlamp rather than a person. He does a double-take, glances around to see if anyone else is watching, then jogs ahead to catch up.]
Hey - hope I'm not late? [He flashes Aleksander a lopsided smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.] Don't think we've met formally. I'm Clayton.
[And he's extending a hand for a handshake, which he's...kind of getting the impression might not be met, but. No harm in trying.]
no subject
Hey - hope I'm not late? [He flashes Aleksander a lopsided smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.] Don't think we've met formally. I'm Clayton.
[And he's extending a hand for a handshake, which he's...kind of getting the impression might not be met, but. No harm in trying.]