Griffin knocked on Saoirse's room. She didn't answer but he could hear her playing soft music. He knocked again and he squeezed the door open as he invited himself in. He stood there and watched her disassemble his Gloc-9 handgun. She raised her eyes and looked at him without saying a thing. Then, she proceeded with cleaning every part of it.
"Can we talk?" He asked. "You have not spoken to me for three days now. I don't know what I did wrong."
"You did nothing wrong." She grumbled and didn't glance at him.
"Hmm," Griffin crossed his arms as he leaned, by the way, facing her. "Was it because we did the deed?"
"Mr. Griffin, let's be professional and stay that way. I can't get involved with you anymore."
