"Sidney Price."
Charles Hawk leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming lightly against the tablee as he watched the man take a seat opposite him. His lips curled into a smirk at the distaste on the man's face. He knew Sidney hated being late or walking upto someone. It was why he'd timed himself so that when the man did arrive on time, he would find Charles already seated.
"What a surprise to receive an invitation from you," Charles remarked, his voice carrying a casual, almost dismissive tone as he crossed his legs and stared at the younger man.
Sidney raised an eyebrow, "Is it really a surprise, Charles Hawk? Or is this something you've been waiting for all along?"
Charles feigned indifference, waving a hand dismissively. "Why on earth would I be waiting for your invitation?"
