After seeing off another client for the day, the time rolls around for Heat to get a brief escape from this slipshod hole-in-the-wall parlor for his lunch break. He's just peeling off his gloves to do so when he hears the bell ring by the door. He glances over, about to tell whoever it is that he's unavailable until he sees it's you.

"I was wondering when you'd show your face," he greets while pulling the elastic out of his shaggy hair, glad he doesn't have to do any more customer service as he shakes the messy waves out of his face. "Need something? I was just about to head out."