I pause by the low cafe gate and look the man over. He's dressed in an impeccable suit and tinted glasses like some sort of Darrow equivalent of a secret service agent. Something about him looks familiar, though I can't place it.

"You're the one, with the website resumé? What is it for?" I can't help asking. I had been tempted to fill the form out with lies just to find out what the whole thing was about, but in the end my frustration with being taken here before graduating won out.