"You're him?" The man looked down at me, arms folded across his chest. He had sunglasses on, making him seem cold and distant. The words added even more distance.
My anxiety jumped a level higher and I subconsciously took a step back. This isn't what I expected.
Noah frowned. "What's with that tone? Are you here to see Jake? Why don't you sound happy to see him?"
"This isn't your business kid." The man spoke. I couldn't even tell if he looked Noah's way when his glasses were that reflective. All I could see was my own pale complexion. "Well? Do you have anything to say?"
Anything to say? Who? Me? I backed up a little more and shifted a little behind Noah. Noah would know what to do. He always had a plan and was never short on words.
