Barnaby had been standing next to his bike, sending a couple of texts out when Daryl approached his way, leading a gaggle of fans behind him. One glance at the incoming group had Barnaby tucking the communicator into his pocket and straightening his shoulders with a seemingly effortless smile.
Autographs, huh? Barring an emergency, Barnaby was usually willing to stop to shake hands with a well-meaning fan. Of course, he likely appealed to a different demographic than someone like Daryl...a rugged, older man with an intriguing aloofness that belied a caring, selfless nature. Even if he wasn't as well-manicured as someone who had spent years prepping for stages and paparazzi alike, his status as an imPort still marked him as a person of interest in the public eye, and there was naturally going to be a segment of the population that reacted positively to someone more unpolished and rough around the edges.
"Daryl, I'm glad you could make it," he smoothly answered without missing a beat, slipping into the role of someone who'd been waiting just for him.
"And you've brought friends, it seems," Barnaby continued before gracing the group with a warm smile. "Thank you all for supporting the imPort community. I know I speak for the both of us when I say we greatly appreciate your interest in our work. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'll need to steal Mr. Dixon from you for awhile. You see, he kindly took time out of his busy schedule because my employers wanted to discuss a possible Powerthirst campaign, and I'd hate to keep anyone waiting."
Having already retrieved a small packet from his jacket, he extended it to the group, adding, "Please, accept these free coupons as a token of my apology."
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Autographs, huh? Barring an emergency, Barnaby was usually willing to stop to shake hands with a well-meaning fan. Of course, he likely appealed to a different demographic than someone like Daryl...a rugged, older man with an intriguing aloofness that belied a caring, selfless nature. Even if he wasn't as well-manicured as someone who had spent years prepping for stages and paparazzi alike, his status as an imPort still marked him as a person of interest in the public eye, and there was naturally going to be a segment of the population that reacted positively to someone more unpolished and rough around the edges.
"Daryl, I'm glad you could make it," he smoothly answered without missing a beat, slipping into the role of someone who'd been waiting just for him.
"And you've brought friends, it seems," Barnaby continued before gracing the group with a warm smile. "Thank you all for supporting the imPort community. I know I speak for the both of us when I say we greatly appreciate your interest in our work. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'll need to steal Mr. Dixon from you for awhile. You see, he kindly took time out of his busy schedule because my employers wanted to discuss a possible Powerthirst campaign, and I'd hate to keep anyone waiting."
Having already retrieved a small packet from his jacket, he extended it to the group, adding, "Please, accept these free coupons as a token of my apology."