Layland thanked the receptionist with polite coldness, then turned and walked toward the door while still flipping through the file he held. He looked up only to push open the door and that's when he noticed someone standing against the wall. He looked down at the picture, then back up again at the person. The two were the same and he almost blamed chemical fumes, but he also recognized the guy's bag. He wasn't imagining that the same image from the page was in front of him. Layland cleared his throat loudly to catch the other's attention.

"Cian? That's your name right?" he asked as he moved in front of the man. A quick glance over him told Layland that the guy wasn't really searching through his bag like he was pretending to. So why was he turned around in the corner like that, pretending? Layland shook his head and skipped that question. From the looks of Cian, he didn't think he would get an answer even if he did ask. "What are you doing here?"