Late Night | Open
Sinclair yawned and mumbled, “It’s.. the 30th floor..” She finally said, rubbing her face. She hadn’t done a show in a few months, so she wasn’t used to how exhausting it was for her.. She really wasn’t..
“I haven’t seen you around here..” She finally managed, looking the guy over, “What’s your name..?”
He raised his brow, “A penthouse,” jabbing at the number 30, before leaning his back against the wall, “Impressive.”
A short chuckle, “I can’t say I’m at home all that often.” running a hand over his beard, “-- Between work and activities far more entertaining than work. I go to my place to sleep and eat not much else. It’s Saturday.” and then smirking, “My name.”
He watched the numbers rise, sliding big hands into his pockets, “And you,” glancing at her then back to the buttons, “Are the Wonderful and Amazing Sinclair.” Cue the fanfare.
“Right?”