Carlos arrives right on time, shuffling quickly down the street with his hands shoved into the pockets of a heavier, cold-weather lab coat he's acquired for the winter months. (It looks exactly the same as all the others.) He walks up to the pair of newlyweds, breaking into a small but friendly smile.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," he says.

Carlos doesn't know what this is about, and of course it's not impossible that it could just be friendly drinks, but considering how many times he's asked people to bars for less than social reasons? He doesn't think it's very likely.