Answering to Satele's question, Asher rolled his eyes. "Who do you think it is? Santa Clause?"
Satele couldn't answer for a second before she burst out laughing. "Well, yeah. I mean . . ." She ran through Asher's appearance and burst laughing once more. "I never saw you so untidy before."
"You know what, that's judgmental." Asher tagged his collar when he heard Satele's soft giggly laughter and saw her smiling face. "Doesn't mean a guy is sporting a beard and messy, unkempt hair that he's already untidy."
Raising a brow, Satele rested a hand on her waist and tilted to the side. "Yeah? What do you call it then?"
"I don't know," Asher said, irritation in his voice. "And why would I even care about what it's called?"
Satele opened her mouth but was cut when one of her co-workers signaled her to take it outside since Asher was holding the line.
"Sorry." She apologized before facing Asher. "Why are you here, anyway? Need another cigarette?"
