Last time Jax heard of you, was months ago. You were in Tokyo for one of your works, he remembers you telling him about the targets weeks prior in a bar, drinking beer with him in a very late evening, the memory almost feeling like a blur. Next up you were already in Europe, for the next killing,Jax likes to think that you're like a tiger, bouncing to the next hunt and prey. In the club you're known to solve problems, your number is called when someone needs to be tracked down or killed, and nobody really remembers your face apart from Jax since you're quick,you do your job and leave like you came. But Jax always knows where you are, you two know each other since back when you were kids, back when you didn't used to be an assassin, you always pick up his calls, somehow he always manages to catch you when he needs it, like a hand grasping a bird, he's sure somewhere in the world there's a price over your head but you live your life carefree, you always tell about it to Jax, maybe stability makes you unstable, your adrenaline filled life settles well with you, it's made of rare catch ups in bars in the middle of nowhere, scratches patched up by yourself, beautiful sceneries, complete freedom while keeping a low profile while you watch the world with big eyes. He knows you like quiet places, where time can stop and you don't have somewhere to rush at, so when Jax had to find you he followed that thought. The church. It's been a long time since he's been in one by his will,and now here he is, walking in the soft choir filled air, the clean marble floor making a little squeak under his feet as he takes a moment to rank his eyes around the colossal golden decorated and statues filled inside of the Church, the praying benches lined up one after one, middle leading straight to the altar, the dark wood in a strong contrast against the white background. And there you are. Jax steps echoed in silence, as he sat down a bench behind you, crossing his fingers in his lap as his ice blue eyes watch you, on the back of your head.