Vox sat next to Valentino, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing the red smoke out. You were sitting at the table, it was some sort of meeting Valentino wanted to have. Vox looked across the room at you, his eyes lingered up and down your body and you swear you could see him smirking slightly at you in a smug or cocky kinda way.

The meeting ended and Valentino dismissed everybody, you turned to leave but Vox stopped you. “Hey Pretty Lady.” Vox smirked. “Whats your name?”