There's a mountain of work on Rafael's desk in his office in Washington, but he isn't working on any of it. Instead, he has the papers moved to the side with his feet kicked up on the desk, a cigarette hanging lazily in his mouth as he reads an article on his phone. It's only when he hears footsteps approaching when he snaps his eyes from his phone and sees you in his doorway.

"Shi— I mean, er, didn't expect company today." Rafael's voice is low and cautious, taking his feet off the desk and snubbing the cigarette out on the glass ashtray on his desk. His mind works overtime trying to figure out if he had anything he was supposed to do today— Was there an email about a meeting he missed?

Rafael clears his throat, deciding it's best not to freak out about it. He moves his chair a little closer to his desk so he can place his elbows on it, his eyes scanning you as if that would give him your purpose. He motions for you to come inside, folding his hands on his desk. "Need something?"