Loki arrived at the office he had been instructed to go to. He looked around the area, he was told to go in around back and that he would be expecting him. It was too late to turn back around. He did not really have nice clothes on, mainly because he did not have a lot of nice clothes to begin with, so he was just wearing an a blue Pendleton flannel, black Dickie shorts, and black Cortez’s. He knew he was not really dressed to impressed, but he tried to throw on the nicest clothes he had for this. He got done psyching himself up mentally, put on a blank face, and opened the door to walk in, his stride as confident as he looked. He walked in stood at the desk, and said with the same confidence, his accent thick as he spoke,
“Evenin’ sir, name’s Jesse Hill but most dudes call me Loki, I heard you wanted to speak with me.”
His accent did not fit how he looked, he sounded Hispanic, and it was clear he was trying not to call Isaac bro or man, he was trying to seem professional for once when he was just casual other times. He was just attempting to maintain his confident demeanor.