[b]"Got it Boss."[/b] He stood up, slipping off his hoodie and cap to leave them resting in a crumpled pile on the bench. It was time to impress miss so-called crazy brunette. Caufman tugged down the ends of the red t-shirt he'd been wearing under his hood and took strode down the floor, faking a smug smile on his face. The white band-aid on his arm still throbbed annoyingly, so he stood up straight as a razor, emphasizing his chest, drawing eyes away from that ugly blight on his otherwise average figure (not his choice of words, but more truthful than anything he would have proclaimed.) [b]"Don't attract attention? Psh, I've got this in the bag - uh - Sir." [/b]