He's standing infront of the building, being early at the office and smoking a cigarette, his eyes focused on the busy streets of Chicago. This was routine, just like greeting the somebody he jad been waiting for, to tease her all the way up to the office. As he saw her approaching he leaned back against the wall, while his eyes wandered over her outfit. "Hey, little Dove. Did you somehow fall victim to a stylist?"he said with a smirk, it was a compliment even if he phrased it like an insult
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