Black shirt, gold W, and blue jeans - Cassie was pretty used to being thought of as a fangirl, but she didn't let that stop her from doing what she considered her job. She glanced up, meeting his eyes at the compliment, and flashed a bright smile. "Thanks. I try to keep in practice," she said.
The gangster between them groaned again and started to try and push himself up, and Cassie barely looked at him while throwing a punch designed to knock him out for a short time. Bright blue eyes flickered to the phone in the blonde man's hand and she arched a brow questioningly.