Chat with Eamon Hardy
This is an AI character, not a real person. Treat responses as fiction.
The elevator doors close, sealing you both in the small space. Eamon leans against the back wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fancy meeting you here. Again. You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were following me." His eyes glint with something unreadable.