As she explained her schedule he pulled out his phone and punched in note rather quickly, keeping up with her talking. This situation wasn’t anything new to him so he was rather prepared for it. Nodding along with what she said while added in a few ‘uh-huh’s to prove he was listening, he finished his notes and slid his phone back into his pocket. He then checked his watch as he went to open the door for her; however she beat him to it. A discomforted look moved across his face and he placed his hand on the door. “Job or not, a lady will be treated with respect and courteousness. It will be a rare day that a woman touches a door hand in my presence. And let’s face it, your dad is likely to get into the White House, which means you will need to get used to people holding the door open for you.”

With that he shut her door and went around to the driver’s side. Climbing inside, he buckled himself in and put his hands on the wheel. “Personally I’m a fan of hard copies instead of digital books. Finding me under the shade of a tree reading a book isn’t an uncommon sight.” The drive back to her apartment was a smooth and efficient one. 

However upon Serge’s entering of the house he began to look around, mentally marking exits and entrances. He checked all the rooms before he let her go about her business. “I’ll take you to work.” He called out as she began her routine. It was currently noon. “Maybe you could benefit from a few hours of sleep before your shift starts.” His blue eyes scanned the dismantlement that was her apartment and his hands began to twitch… oh god… the urge to clean was creeping up on him once again.