Lace was aware that she was running late, but the circumstances were a bit out of her control. The random assortment of parts she had picked up at the cargo area were too heavy for her to carry around freely on her own. She had tried, but Lace could hear the sailors snicker in her direction when she was dropping parts already in her hand as she bent down to pick up the parts still in the box. Frustrated, she marched back up to the front of that particular warehouse and bothered the entry guard to the point of his mental exhaustion.

Lace was asked to leave her brown messenger bag at the front to prevent her from pick-pocketing anything. She was okay with it at first, but now she needed it. If she was forced to carry these parts from one end of the warehouse to the other with just her hands, something was going to get dropped on the floor. It took longer than she would have liked, but eventually the guard let her walk back to the shipment crate with her bag. She tried to be nice about it at first, but it was the fake tearing up and sob story that really got to the guy.

After her bag was back on her shoulder, loading the parts into it was easy. There weren’t that many to begin with; some had just been shaped too oddly to be all put together in someone’s arms and expected to stay there. She made her way to the meeting spot, weaving in and out of the crowd with ease. Normally, Lace wasn’t impatient with slow walkers, but she had somewhere to be and lateness was not a good quality to have when you were providing a service.

She noticed him immediately.

There wasn’t anything about Cass physically that made him stand out from any other person in this city. It was more of the fact that he was the only person who looked as if he was sleeping while everyone else was walking around and going about their business.

Lace’s footsteps got lighter as she approached him. She was good at not making noise as she walked, mostly because she wasn’t exactly carrying around a lot of body weight to make her footsteps heavier in the first place. She stopped as soon as she was directly in front of him and cocked her head a bit to the side. Was he really asleep? Or was he just resting his eyes?

Her blonde hair fell forward as the trainer leaned in towards Cass. Her face was mere inches away from his when she softly blew a small gust of air onto his face.

((ooc: if lace sneaking up on cass is too godmodding let me know and i'll edit!!))