Cooper parks his motorcycle in front of the restaurant, taking off his goggles, and hanging them on the handlebars. He really wasn't looking forward to this meeting, but he supposed it was inevitable. Squaring his shoulders, he goes in. There's Eames, in the back, looking immaculate and put together as always. In contrast, Cooper looks like he just got back after spending a few days with a motorcycle gang.

He sits down and has a glass of scotch before he even says a word. "Alright, I'm here. So let's talk."