Naima couldn't resist a chuckle. Leave it to CJ to point out the obvious. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Hey Mr. Mobster. Come to break some fingers and demand protection money?" She rolled her eyes and took a deep gulp of her drink. It tasted like an Alabama Slammer though she was sure they probably called it something like "Athena's Sunshine" in this place.
"Couldn't you have been a little more original?" Though it was unoriginal she couldn't help but appreciate how great he looked in the suit. She stifled a frustrated sigh. Why did he have to follow her?