"Hello!" Lia smiled, waving in his direction. "How're you?"
Rubbing at his jaw, Tommy flashed the trainee a smile as a greeting; he was wearing his shades indoors once again and could nearly not see where he was heading. "I’m good today," he responded in a low murmur. Sometimes he felt like the lower he spoke, the less susceptible he would be to being discovered as a foreigner. It was a pointless thing to strive for. "And yourself? Heard your training is exhausting. I, luckily, don’t have that problem."










