Virginia was waiting outside the Association Headquarters when Silas arrived, looking like her patience was running extremely thin with the man that was fidgeting behind her. Despite the time, she was still dressed impeccably, wearing clothes that was truly fitting of the heir of a noble family.
She gave him a curt nod as he walked over. Silas pressed the button on his key that locked his car, putting it in the pocket of his pants as he asked.
"Is it just me?"
"No. We're going to have to wait for a bit."
Silas looked at her. Then at the fidgeting man behind her, who appeared to be an association clerk experiencing a level of existential distress that suggested Virginia had happened to him recently. Then back at Virginia.
"For what?"
"Food."
He stared.
A moment passed by.
She didn't elaborate.
"You called me at two in the morning," he said, "to wait outside for a food delivery."
