closed starter for @jonasharding where/when: jonas' office, daytime
There's a distant smell of coffee, but whether that's his or a client's is anyone's guess. Jonas' office smells musky, almost as if an old noir film blanketed itself around the space. Cologne, old books, newspaper ink gently brushed and stained with the oil from hardworking fingertips... all that's missing is the smoky warmth of a good whisky -- but it's far too early in the daytime for something like that.
"Mr. Harding, hello. Thanks for agreeing to meet," she says, sitting opposite his desk. Arleen smiles, wondering if he can hear it in her voice, feel it in the air. "Promise this ain't official PLPD business. Off the record, above the belt. Just call me curious, saw you were throwing your hat in the running for mayor and I wondered what inspired that choice... 's a little more high profile than you seem to thrive in."
