"I'm not a fuckin' terrorist, Emil. Sheesh, gimme some credit," he grumbles, reaching up and checking his hair and ever-present goggles before leaning in and smiling for the photo.

"Mm...well, maybe that can be one of our dates," the redhead snorts, smirking softly and raising both hands out in a shrug. Not like he was going to let Emil say they needed to start over without dragging it out until the other man regretted and reneged on the decision. It's not even a competition, but Reno has to win.

"You gonna go inside now or keep standin' here? I got calls to make and work to do before I can quit my job and cross my fingers I don't end up in serious drama."