Valentine pushed past a group of Bretonian nobles, shoving a small journalist aside into a bush.
He hurried up to Djinn and slipped off his coat.
"Sorry Sorry Sorry, either you're late or I'm early!" he smiled handing her his coat,
He had always seen her as beautiful, but tonight she looked stunning. Tyler struggled to take his eyes off her. Djinn's black attire was flattering to her image, her delicate hair and soft, dark skin contrasting her career as a terrorist.
"Here" he handed her their stolen invitation, his fingers careful to mask the tiny spots of blood on the corner, "Lets get you inside"
