"my name is zeke rainey, i work with mr. silph." the woman downstairs finds herself feeling protective of her boss's time today, halting zeke in his tracks. it is unbeknownst to her that he is on edge enough as it is -- behind her desk, the stone-faced man's foot taps anxiously. had it really been two years? the two had been in contact here and there, but there was no opportunity for work in sinnoh; at least, not that zeke was aware of. whether that was due to true disinterest in the affairs of sinnoh by fernando, or if that was to spare zeke from the added work, he couldn't say.

"alright mr. rainey, i see you here on a list of contacts from a few years back...take the elevator up and-" his preemptive nod signaling his familiarity with the building is enough to shut her up, leaving her to go back to playing minesweeper and him to go back to his...life, as it would seem these days.

the elevator moves swiftly, its hum present but by no means pervasive. the air in the elevator is his alone, and above the hum of the elevator, zeke can hear his foot tapping once again. he did not miss this strange insecurity and unfounded feeling of ineptitude when around silph -- of course, he cannot point to a moment in which he had proven that aptness yet, either. and so his foot taps. 

the doors open and the office is in front of him; the sight transports him to the past and the nervous feelings melt away, pooling in the elevator before zeke steps out and lets it wait in there for the next rider.

a knock, and then another. he pushes the glass door open, and suddenly there is nothing left between the two of them besides a few chairs and a desk.

"Mr. Silph." the only two words he produces are coy, and the corner of his lip curls ever-so-slightly. Hello.