Shiu sighed as he pulled into the driveway of some man's house, the one you were supposedly killing or killed.

He knew this job was particularly tough since the man was a sorcerer but he also knew you'd be okay.

His fingers tapped on the leather stirring wheel of his 2017 Ford mustang and laid his head back on the head rest as he waited — he'd called and told you he'd pick you up, so long as you did the job quietly knowing how messy you could get.

His coat was laying in the passenger seat and the sleeves of his button up rolled up to his elbows — tie loosened and a cigarette between his lips even though he'd said he'd stop smoking in his car.

His eyes opened while he inhaled and heard the his passenger side door open, there you were climbing into his car with a bloody towel as you cleaned yourself off.

"Jesus."

He sighed and rolled his eyes at you, reaching over and leaning over you just to buckle your seat belt like you were a child.

"Try not to get that stuff on my seats, yeah?" He grumbled.