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Michelle walks up to an arm chair, taking the cap off of the head of the boy sitting in it. “Harry Hart’s here.” 

“Who?” comes the voice from the chair. 

Michelle sighs. “Harry Hart. Your bodyguard.” she says slowly. 

The boy in the chair hums. “l think Roxy should be my bodyguard.” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. The people around him bark out a laugh. 

Michelle rolls her eyes and slaps her son with the cap she just took off his head. “Get off your arse and come meet him.” she demands. 

Eggsy lets out a groan as he pushed himself up from his chair. “Fine, fine. l’m up.” he murmurs as he turns around. He seems to stop for moment as he catches sight of the new person in the room, tipping his head to the side as a little smile starts forming on his lips. 

Michelle takes a step in between the two of them, nodding her head towards Harry. “Harry Hart…” she starts introducing them. “Eggsy Unwin.”

Eggsy steps up to him with a murmured ‘hello’ and offers his hand for a handshake. Harry says a polite ‘hi’ as he takes it, allowing the boy to give him an once over. 

“You don’t look like a bodyguard, bruv.” the boy says, clearly not taking the whole idea serious at all. 

Harry’s a bit taken aback and he raises his eyebrows at the boy. “What did you expect?” he asks slowly. 

Eggsy’s little sly smile seems to be back on his face. “Mm. Maybe a though bloke?” 

Harry blinks. “This is my disguise.” 

Michelle tries not to sigh again and instead nods towards a girl as she walks over to them. “This is Roxy, Eggsy’s best friend and personal secretary.” 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hart.” the girl says with a small smile and Michelle begins introducing a couple other people who either nod or smile at him from different corners of the room. 

Harry looks back to Eggsy just to find the boy already looking at him. “Can we get you a drink?” he asks, clearly trying to sound pleasant.

Harry presses his lips together, considering if he is technically on the clock or not, and then nods. “An orange juice.” 

Eggsy gives Harry a once over and smirks again. “Straight?”