outfit but with more beard and this cane.
Of all places to meet, Odysseus would take somewhere like this over a Starbucks any day. That was not to imply he had some special investment in visiting a museum. He could appreciate history and natural sciences as much as the next man, but it was not something he considered to be among his interests. All that interested him was, of course, the depths of human emotion. Nevertheless, it was leaps and bounds less mundane, and sure to feed his pond with streams of contemplation and curiosity.
This particular meeting would go smoothly, and easily. The girl was young, and the solutions to her problems were simple. It was not a challenge he considered very taxing. Perhaps the only challenge would be whatever this white hair business was.
It did make her easy to spot. Almost immediately as he shambled in, he settled his gaze on the young woman admiring an exhibit nearby the door. White hair, indeed. Screwing a smile into his lips, he lead with his cane toward the young woman,
"Blair, I presume? Forgive me if I'm wrong." He said in greeting as he sidled up beside her.