Aiden had had a terrible day. He was almost considering trying to find Moretti’s number and cancelling. Meeting Alistair had left him in the mood to curl up on his sofa, get some take-out and not talk to anyone for a couple of days. It certainly hadn’t left him wanting to be romanced.
He’d got a new suit, though. Expensive, more than he could really afford, so it was going to have to be left over lasagne and a glass of wine from an two day open bottle to calm his nerves tonight. As he pushed the door of the lobby open he caught a glimpse of Hunter, completely covered in grime.
“Did you fix something?” He asked. He hoped that was what had happened. He didn’t think he could stand it if one more thing in this bloody building broke down.