In Zexion's experience, opportunities like the one that L had offered were far and few between. It offered a chance to get in close proximity to the man, and for what he assumed would be a long-term arrangement at that, and the only price he'd have to pay was to help out with some tasks he didn't mind in the slightest. Needless to say, he'd all but jumped at the chance.

Besides, Haja o Que Houver wasn't particularly hard to get to, even without the advantage of portals. Nor did run the risk of being pegged as an Organization member, his black coat long since traded in for jeans and a t-shirt, and his hair hidden away behind a carefully constructed illusion of medium-long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.

As for spotting L slouched against the building's wall, that was hardly a problem at all. There weren't all that many people that seemed to be waiting for someone after all.

"L, I presume?"