.Jackson, to his own surprise, was surprised. Never before had a job started out so smoothly. At least when he dealt with hardened criminals he knew what to expect, but now he had no idea what the girl was planning on pulling. He felt a tad naive for doing so, but he pulled off his ski mask and re-holstered his pistol. If the girl was going to do something, she would've done it already... right?
Margo's co-operation almost made him feel guilty that he'd been planning to kick in her door and stuff her into a car boot just moments before like he usually did on these kinds of jobs. Instead, he was waiting on her to get dressed for the occasion.
He took a seat in the living room and scratched the back of his neck, still prepared for anything. His lifestyle didn't leave much room for girls, and he'd certainly never talked to one who was barely dressed-
Jackson caught the thought before he could even think it. He was on a job, not a social call, he reminded himself. He had to focus.