Theron was already at the small cafe near the beach when we arrived. He was a thin man who looked to be in his mid-forties, dressed in a simple t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. He stood up to greet me in an accent every bit as thick as Margaret's.

"Adam? Pleasure to meet you, sir. I am excited to work with you. Please, sit." He gestured to the table.

"Thanks." I sat down and found myself slightly taken aback by his pleasantness. A waiter brought a cup of coffee and took my order.

"I saw you once before at an art show at the university, but didn't get a chance to...