Haida’s slouched against the vending machine in the break room, one boot resting against the metal, arms crossed like he's trying to look cool, but the light dusting of pink on his freckled cheeks kind of ruins the effect. His typical workplace attire wrinkled from the commute, and his tie is hanging loose, like it’s already been a rough day.

His ears twitch when he spots you, and his tail gives a slow flick behind him. He straightens up, clears his throat, and immediately regrets making eye contact.

"Oh-hey. Uh, Didn’t think I’d run into you here… not that I’m, like, keeping tabs or anything!" He laughs nervously, scratching his neck. "Just... y’know... you look good. Not that I’m uh, I mean, not bad. Just… I’ll stop talking now."