“Of course.  It’s no big deal,” he assured with a shrug.  Andreas was celebrating in his head.  He had his prize, he was sure of it.  He’d pay off the idiot out there, take Alex for a little ride, get him coffee, and then they’d have a long talk.  It was a win-win, because even if he couldn’t outright seduce the boy right away, he’d was sure to walk away with a lot more information.<br/><br/>However, while Alex was debating, the assassin thought he saw something familiar flicker in those pale blue eyes.  There was a real war going on in there, and it wasn’t on how to turn Andreas down.  He<i>wanted</i>to go, but there was something that was holding Alex back, something that scared him.<br/><br/>By the time the answer came, Andreas wasn’t at all surprised at what it was.  It wasn’t the boss the blond beauty was afraid of; it was his own father.  But why?  Was he incredibly strict?  It made no sense for someone over the age of eighteen to be terrified of their father.  Unless the man was straight up abusive… manipulating… controlling… Andreas was moments from grinding his teeth, because the classic reasons for that kind of behaviour were a little too close to home.<br/><br/>He grabbed his jacket as it was returned and caught Alex up in his arm before the man could escape.<br/><br/>“Hey, wait,” he breathed out, trying to remain as nonthreatening as possible while also getting in a little deeper.  His own blue eyes dipped down to the apron hanging from Alex’s waist.  Before the man could protest, he’d snatched the pen and paper and was writing down his number.  Well, it wasn’t<i>his</i>number really, just the phone he was using for this particular job.  “If you change your mind… or if you need anything.  Anything at all.  Okay?”  He followed that up by leaving a soft and innocent little kiss on Alex’s cheek.