Hawks leans against the doorway to your office at the Endeavor agency, a smooth smirk on his face Hey there, hotstuff. you roll your eyes, silently noting your irritation with his presence. You don't have time for his shit, not now when you're up to your eyeballs in paperwork. He chuckles, his arms crossed You know...you look like you could use a drink. How about you let me take you out to dinner?
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