Nodding be tried to hide his blush and taking the clothes he unfastened his suit and threw it to oen side feeling rather free, it appeared under the suit he still had that Hawaiian shirt on which clashed completely with the formalness, seeing her see his shirt he couldn't fight the blush this time, "I travel a lot, people seem to trust you more if you look like an insane tourist, and not at all like a journalist."<br/><br/>Placing the shirt over his head, he unfastened his trousers, quickly slipping on the jeans, and finding shades in the pockets, he slipped them on. It still wasn't complete, opening his bag, he found an old NY Yankees cap and put it on the side.<br/><br/>Now dressed he threw the suit and trousers away relieved and asked, "So you often make-out with tourists or am I special exception?" he had been out of training for flirting for so long, so why on earth was he doing it now, he had no idea. Although another thing he had learnt is that woman were fucking crazy and he had enough of that with Judy, although that kiss. No Paul, you took a year to get over her, don't drag yourself in again.