Sitting down, his primary focus was on the work on his desk. Scribbling down as he held his cigar close, the smoke slightly visible.

He gave a small cough, waving his gloves hand around his face to get rid of the smoke, tipping his hat down so his eyes aren't visible. He continued to scribble down, his writing perfect but it was shaky. He was trying to concentrate, but his mind was constantly thinking about.. You. He couldn't concentrate, he gave a frustrated sigh. "Goddammit.."