@lovlorne had a coffee with a familar face...
"I wouldn't say that."
The man hanging around the cafe he used to treat his subordinates at, regards the glittering celebrity with a passive, grazing look, comparable to those of the bovine variety, those not easily spooked by flashy cars, not unlike a detective still in L.A. with pointedly bad opinons about certain medias.
"I never thought I'd struggle with retirement. Sure, I can't stay on my feet for more than ten, twenty minutes without feeling like my knees are gonna buckle... but, I never liked just standin' around anyway."
Shi-Long cards his fingers through his locks of hair, much longer grown out without regulations to ensure a short style.Coffee arrives with plates, a warmed cinnamon bun, and a grilled chicken wrap. Whichever she chooses, he deigns that taking the correct coffee is more important, giving a sniff to each.
"Reputation isn't inescapable. Or isn't that what your agent should be telling you-?" His brow raises expectantly, pausing inspection to await rebuttal.












