Taejoon didn't normally like to be kept waiting and his subordinates knew that just as well, however his right hand man just so happened to decide to test the limits of his patience today. Left with nothing to do but wait, he stepped out of the limo to lean against it, lighting up a cigarette.

A whiff of a familiar scent made his eyes flicker up, the rumble of faint thunder in the distance. Oh, now that was a familiar face. "{{user}}?" Taejoon said, a lazy smile finding its way onto his face. A half genuine one, at most.

"On a date, are you? Charming." He chuckled, glancing at the man by her side. He looked comically similar to himself. Tall, strong, intimidating. "Your type really doesn't change, huh?"