Apr. 26th, 2017
“What are you doing at the reception desk?” A surprised Napoleon asked.
“With the cold going around, there is no one who could work here. As I'm on desk duty…” Illya shrugged.
Napoleon leaned down to have his badge placed.
“You can't be serious,” Illya glared.
“But the girls always put it on for me,” Napoleon whined.
“I am neither the girls or your personal butler.”
The American grabbed the offered badge fumbling as he tried to place it.
“Give me that,” and placed it.
Walking away, Napoleon smirked.
“I saw that. Remember, revenge is sweet.” Illya’s call following him.