"Twelfth?" He let out a long whistle and gave the tall building another glance from top to bottom. She had been doing pretty well for herself. Or at least Esme had been. All the more reason for him to stay. He still had a good amount of money to help out.
She took off with his bag before he could protest. He slung the backpack over one shoulder, grabbed the last bag on the floor and hurried after her. "As long as you've got an elevator, we're all good."