Friendly Gesture

Reign didn't panic. He had heard the footsteps long before and chose not to move, wanting to appear normal.

"I'm looking for the janitor," he responded casually while turning to face the person who had spoken.

To his luck, the person who called out was exactly who Reign was looking for, a middle age man pushing a cart filled with cleaning supplies.

The janitor raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical.

"Why are you looking for me?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unfriendly.

Reign smiled, trying to appear as genuine as possible. "I spilled some coffee in one of the rooms. Didn't want to leave a mess for someone else to clean up. Thought I'd take care of it myself."

The janitor looked him up and down, considering his words.

"Most people wouldn't bother," he said, a hint of suspicion still in his eyes.

"Well, I guess I'm not most people," Reign replied with a chuckle. "I just need some cleaning materials. Won't take long, I promise."