Little Italy. Manhattan. The station is a little sleepy today, like everyone is still trying to wake up. There’s a low drone in the air, the occasional phone ring, and a chat or two. Sweets managed to secure his coffee from the break room without catching anyone’s attention. As he dips back into his office space, he pauses to find someone in there already. He sighs quietly, closing the door behind him, and wandering over to his desk.

“And here I thought I was going to get a break.” He hums as he takes a seat. After taking a sip of his coffee, he gives a slightly tired smile. “So, then. What’s up?”