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[ His jacket has a stain.
Eames isn't entirely sure where it's come from, only that it's bright pink and that he's going to have a hell of a time wringing it from the black fabric. He's rubbing his thumb over it, his jacket slung across his arm, as he pushes his shoulder against the wide glass door of the entrance to Saito's hotel, strolling in from the warm spring air to the shelter of the coolly conditioned lobby.
Saito's lobby. Saito's hotel.
Honestly, the amounts of money this man has; it borders on ridiculous.
But Eames isn't complaining. He tucks his jacket against his elbow, idly scanning the lobby, nodding politely at the unfamiliar face here and there. The front desk is hidden behind a granite pillar, and Eames moves around it smoothly, glancing up at the fine crystal chandelier hanging high above his head.
Saito's nowhere to be seen, so he taps two fingers once against the lobby desk, smiling wide at the pretty blonde attendant as he draws her attention toward him and asks for Saito by name.
( hate to be a bother, sweetheart, but I'm looking for -- what's that? yes, that would be me. mm. ah. is he? at this hour? all right, then. thank you. )
His fingers curl against the desk as he pushes himself away, turning and heading through the lobby in the direction of the bar. ]
Eames isn't entirely sure where it's come from, only that it's bright pink and that he's going to have a hell of a time wringing it from the black fabric. He's rubbing his thumb over it, his jacket slung across his arm, as he pushes his shoulder against the wide glass door of the entrance to Saito's hotel, strolling in from the warm spring air to the shelter of the coolly conditioned lobby.
Saito's lobby. Saito's hotel.
Honestly, the amounts of money this man has; it borders on ridiculous.
But Eames isn't complaining. He tucks his jacket against his elbow, idly scanning the lobby, nodding politely at the unfamiliar face here and there. The front desk is hidden behind a granite pillar, and Eames moves around it smoothly, glancing up at the fine crystal chandelier hanging high above his head.
Saito's nowhere to be seen, so he taps two fingers once against the lobby desk, smiling wide at the pretty blonde attendant as he draws her attention toward him and asks for Saito by name.
( hate to be a bother, sweetheart, but I'm looking for -- what's that? yes, that would be me. mm. ah. is he? at this hour? all right, then. thank you. )
His fingers curl against the desk as he pushes himself away, turning and heading through the lobby in the direction of the bar. ]