His eyebrows arched upward in mock surprise at how god-awful late she was. He too was running behind but he didn't work a usual nine to five job. He made his own hours and so by his standards, yes, he was late. By Foggy's standards he was a lost cause if he wasn't in the office already.
Her laugh had him smiling wider. It was music to his ears, danced over the air and painted a scene of the street for a split second before the vision fell away. The crook of Matt's arm lifted for her to take hold and he turned his face toward her.
"I'm a sucker for girls with a good laugh, consider me yours for the day. I'm Matt, by the way. Matt Murdock."