He waited outside the office of his coworkers called mistress. She was the owner of the club he would be working at during the day. And the owner of the cargo he would be delevering at night. Though the uniform didn't suit someone for his looks. He had made sure to brush and style his hair as a professional of this establishment would, though his bangs still covered his eyes. To most he wouldn't be able to see, but he had gotten use to the length of his hair. He waited patiently for his "Mistress" to exit.