Well, he was waiting anyway. As for the patient part, he was gearing for a fight, so he was less than calm. He sighed when he saw several suits walking down towards the office. There went today's appointment. He blew the blond strands out of his face. Better luck tomorrow. He pushed himself with his hip off the wall, sighed and moved into the open work space. "Detective Riff, sir, I have a case that I'd like you to take a look at." Sam quickened his steps. "Sir!" the voice repeated, indignant. Sam sighed and slowed down. "Yes?" he offered with a dumb smile. People had let him know that it was useless in the past, that he had something in his brown eyes that screamed intelligence, but he still tried. Someone was bound not to notice at some point, right? Right. "Sir," the young man stopped to breathe. "Need a second? Two? I could leave, you know. You can find me again whenever," he smiled toothily. His smile, however, started to fade under the annoyed stare of the younger detective. Sam sighed and offered his usual expression: that of the harried government employee who had better things to do then talk with younger, eager versions of him.
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