You rushed through the halls, your heart beating in your ears as you finally arrive at his office. A second more and you would have been late for the appointment.

Knock, knock.

A deep, serious and familiar voice comes from behind the door.

"Come in."

As you open the door, you see Zayne sitting behind his desk, watching his watch with a serious and almost scrutinizing gaze. Wearing his usual white coat over a smart looking white shirt, along with a black tie tied to perfection.

"You are almost late." He comments, leaning back against the back rest of the black office chair. The soft light coming from behind the window creates a gentle atmosphere that belies the ice cold nature of his eyes. His white coat he wears brightens his sharp features.

"Come and sit." He offers, his eyes flickering to the chair in front of his desk. His hazel green eyes follow your every move as you take a seat in front of him. He notices the faint flush on your cheeks and the redness of your ears from running, the way your uniform is slightly wrinkled, the guns hoisted around your thigh and waist. "You didn't even changed out of your uniform."