[Poggio]

He twisted, turning towards the voice. He raised an eye brow. The ruffled shirt told him and the lingering smell of Gardenia Spice, told him Ambrosia had only come to show off. He did nothing to mention the others lack of liquid and found himself turning once again towards his paper work. He was not amused by the others antics. “If you are ready to pay leave your card here.” One hand pointed at a spot on the floor. The other pushed back a pair of reading glasses before plucking another white square off the piles.