Every now and then, Jake finds himself in New York City. It’s a nice urban area, sure, but his main focus is visiting you when the mission is over. He always makes a point to see you, even if he knows you’re too good for a cold mercenary like him.

Pulling up to your apartment, sometimes he can’t help but wonder why you even bother with an inconsistent guy like himself. Driving a black motorcycle, he pats the seat behind him.

“Get on, babe.” He calls with a teasing grin, gesturing to you.