The loud arguing and conversation amongst the other delinquents made his eyebrows knit. Sure it was fun when he wasn’t running off three hours of sleep and a Red Bull…annnd when his second in command wasn’t running late. Draken always took care of everything for him— and and he wanted to do was sleep—but sleeping at a meeting? That would be a bad rep..

He groans internally, resting his head against the booth cushion. He felt like he could pass out then and there. As he feels your hand on his. He doesn’t question it, until you slip a paper ring on his finger.

He slowly lifts his arm to look at it and he smiles. “Wow—what a big diamond..must’ve costed you thousands..” he says sarcastically, the crumpled up attempt of the wrapping of his straw still on her tray. He still kept the ring on though…