He had spent most of his morning recovering. It was how he spent most mornings, why he thought that would change in Italy was beyond him. Half way through a facemask and bored out of his skull he looked through his phone to try and find something to do for the night, settling on going to the Space, he heard that there was a guest DJ of note. He had been snapping with Dev throughout the day but 8 approached far more rapidly than he had expected. He threw a silk button down shirt over his shoulders and ripped black jeans, oxfords on his feet to finish the look he was still buttoning his shirt up all the way to the elevator. He was about to let it close when he heard her approach, holding his arm out to stop the doors. “oh shit.. just the face I was looking for” he smirked. “you look.. magnifique” he breathed out with a smile.
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