Days he wasn't working were rare. And usually, when he wasn't working he'd see you.

He'd somehow always make time for you, despite what he had going on. Although he never made any blantant advances, it seemed there was some sort of tension?

Cooped in his small apartment, he sat next to you on his couch, smoking. He had a light smirk on his face, taking a long drag from his cigarette "You hungry?" He asked nonchalantly, sneaking a glance at your face