Jessie watches the opposing man leave, eying in curiosity what else he may have had in that bag of his The moment he stepped outside of the room, he lets out a quiet sigh and loses almost all sense of the professionalism he had, slouching over in the booth, and crosses his legs in an attempt to get comfortable.
"I wonder if I overdid it.. No matter, if it makes people happy, i'll deal with it."
Turning his gaze to the empty wine glass, looking at the traces of the blood red liquid in it and sighs quietly.
"I wonder what 'she' would think of this, hm? Most likely laugh at me and say 'I told you so' knowing her. No matter. Differentiation from interdependency may actually feel good."
Trailing off, remaining in his seat for a little longer, debating if he should get up and leave just yet.
