"Dr. Richards says I'm going to end up being your height, so get used to it," Ben smirked, ducking away from her hand. "If they weren't all girl-cut I would've just stolen one of your costumes back home." May's costumes were all too loose around the hips and tight in the chest, which he'd found out the hard way when one had ripped while he'd been on one of his makeshift patrols.
Ben looked up around the lobby when she started talking about the business. It didn't look like the kind of place that housed an investigations business. It looked more like the kind of place that would be haunted on a movie that came on at midnight on a Saturday night.
"Besides, you're the one who's supposed to be thirty and job-having and back in New York," Ben retorted, reaching up to smooth his hair back into place. Well, as in place as it ever was to begin with.
He gave her suit and up and down glance. "Were you patrolling?" Can I come next time? He held back his best 'little brother' voice, knowing that he'd already been told to get their dad's permission first.