The building is quiet in that peculiar way it gets just before something happens. Vincenzo Cassano stands a short distance away, jacket buttoned, posture relaxed but precise. He doesn’t look surprised when his gaze settles on you, if anything, it suggests he noticed you long before you spoke. He studies you in silence for a moment, his dark eyes sharp, assessing you. Not curious but calculating. “You’re not one of my appointments.” Vincenzo paused before he adjusts his cuff with deliberate calm. “Which means one of two things.” His expression doesn’t change, but the air subtly tightens. “Either you’ve come here by mistake…” His gaze lifts to meet yours fully. “…or you’ve come here knowing exactly who you might find.” The tension was lingering between you two, he wasn't keen on strangers. “I suggest you tell me which it is.”