Vincent blinked for a moment, watching A.J. leave. He finished tying his shoes then got up and left the house as well. He locked it and put the keys in his pocket, then headed off to go work. He hoped that there would not be any trouble. Even though he would go work, he was still White Cat, so he had to enforce the safety. Though, without his mask with him, he wasn't really White Cat.. He didn't want to give hints or ideas to others or A.J. if she were to find out. Because Vincent was a sweet guy, not someone who would beat others up. That's the only secret he kept from her all these years. When he arrived to work, he started to work right away. Subway wasn't a difficult job actually, and it paid pretty well, besides, it was something he enjoyed.<br/><br/>He kept thinking back to A.J. though. If she did find out, what would she think? Then again, on that one night... She only saw his lips and jaw line. What if she took that into consideration? What if she started investigating him because of it? No, she wouldn't do that.. right? A.J. was his friend, she knew things about him. But would she go as far as investigating his entire house to try and see if he was the White Cat? Surely he wouldn't, all his White Cat stuff was locked up in that old Trunk his grandfather gave him that was by his bed in his room. She wouldn't think of trying to open that locked chest right? It needed a key.. And he hid that key somewhere in the house.. Hopefully, A.J. wouldn't find it and his cover wouldn't be blown.