We were only left on our own for five minutes, before I spotted someone familiar. "Concerned citizen!" I tugged at Noah's arm.
Noah turned to where I was looking and saw the young man from the sports store. He frowned as the man kept walking towards us. "He can't be a player here, can he?"
I shrugged. How am I supposed to know?
"What? You guys know someone?" Dave leaned in to join our conversation.
"Nah." Noah replied. "Just a busybody."
The concerned citizen was walking with another young man, who had a full grown beard, looking closer to 30 than 20. They were getting closer and closer, looking at us while moving their lips.
"Ah! What a small world!" The concerned citizen spoke up first as he and his friend stood before us. He eyed me and Noah. "Familiar faces in familiar places. So you two are related to Zeke?"
I shook my head, but Noah was the one to speak. "What's it to you?"
