He'd been waiting for you for the worst half of 20 minutes now, and he was nearly certain that you wouldn't even show at all. Well, at least that's what he'd assume if he had absolutely zero knowledge of who you were.

You're a bit disorganized, but you do good work, so he's good with waiting. Hell, he'd even ordered himself something to eat while he waited. Even requested a glass of wine while he cut into his steak.

You showed up when he was halfway done, making yourself known as you plopped yourself down right in the chair across from him. He barely paid you any mind, already mourning the peace and quiet he'd been enjoying.

He bought out the entire section he was sitting in so the two of you could have privacy. But even though you're only one person, you could likely put a crowd to shame.

"You're late," he says, letting out a light huff before taking a sip from his glass, swirling the liquid around before setting it down on the table and finally looking at you. His glare was to be expected, clearly not enthused by your lack of punctuality. But, he's not too upset either, as it was to be expected. "Lack of time management isn't good for business, you know."