Sean barely had time to hide behind a couch, of all places, in Arianna's apartment before he heard the click of a key in the deadbolt. He knew it was Arianna not because he had surveillance equipment or had been watching for her, but because he'd helped pick the apartment complex out with her. It had great security that didn't let just anyone into the complex. It was nice, though conspicuous, just how she wanted. When he'd pretended to know Arianna, as a test, they'd even done a brief  background check with him. In Sean's mind, that had sealed the deal.<br/><br/>Sean had been in her room admiring all of the souveniers she had collected of their collaborated jobs. Each one brought a smile to his smooth, unusually clean shaven face. Sean had never imagined working with someone like Arianna;  She was playful, though maintained a dedicated seriousness. He also never imagined he'd be killing for a living either. That, and he was also smiling because he had arranged this to be a night alone with her, though she didn't know it yet. She was the brilliant contractor and informant, always planning. He was, at least in his eyes, the garbage man, though a handsome garbage man. She made the arrangements, met the contacts, and he would finish the job.<br/><br/>He was regretting not gelling his long, ear-length coppery hair, simply because he hated when his bangs would hang low, brushing against his eyebrows and almost into his dark hazel eyes. Though he was breathing in deep, chest heaving breaths, he didn't make a sound. He was smiling, the excitment of what he was planning threatening to overtake him. Sean honestly wasn't sure how Arianna perceived him as far as intellect, but for some reason he felt compelled to impress her with his spontaneity and improvisational skills, which might explain why he grabbed a set of handcuffs off her bed before darting in long strides behind the couch.<br/><br/>Since he dared not peek around the couch, he closed his eyes and focused on her movement and smell. He didn't know if the scent of her was natural or perfume, but there was always a pleasant aroma to her that he found alluring, and had made a conscious effort to remember. Sean grimaced though as he breathed, the tight, dark blue collared shirt he had on almost constricting his movements, the sleeves alone more than halfway up his biceps. He reminded himself that he'd wanted to look nice for Arianna, so he took one very deep breath and continued to focus on using his ears and nose to track her as she moved about. The sunset seemed to understand his need, for as the light shone through her window, those brilliant, reddish copper rays reflecting in his dark shirt, warming his equally pale skin, he was reminded of her hair; the neat orange streaks running through her raven black mane. His smile grew, even more determined to make this night perfect.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>