It was a wonderful day today, though it wasn’t because of the weather. In fact the weather was hardly noticed by the blonde haired man strolling down the sidewalk with a grin on his face like he lottery.<br/><br/>Today was one of the rare days where Weston Sinclaire actually got to get off work early. As soon as he got the word, he finished organizing and then left the office before his boss could change his mind. He made the most of this by meeting up with his good friend at one of their favorite dinners. Conveniently, the place was only a few blocks away from where the two of them worked. It was always their chosen location to grab a bite to eat, just for the sheer comedy of the menu, and the good food.<br/><br/>Mark was waiting outside for him, leaned against the wall. He was on his phone which wasn’t something uncommon. The man worked harder than he did most days, it was likely he was speaking to a contact about a lead while he was waiting. As soon as he saw him, he finished up his call and straightened himself. A smile appeared on his expression.<br/><br/>“Took you long enough.” He said.<br/><br/>Weston returned the smile, and said in apologetic tone, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, but you know how the boss is. The man loves his paperwork.” If there was one part of working as a detective that Weston did not enjoy, it was paperwork. After sorting through and organizing old files for the past two hours he felt like he was going to go crazy. As much of a workaholic as he was, he was not into deskwork; the field suited him more.<br/><br/>Mark chuckled, “Tell me all about it when we get inside.”