"Me? Ahaha, I'm no one special. Don't worry about me, worry more about yourself."
Derek laughed to dispel Bob's wariness. Left curious, Bob had to take a seat and learn more about this mysterious Derek.
"I haven't said anything yet. You're already answering the questions I have in my head," Bob badgered, obviously disturbed by Derek's ability to read him.
"As I've said, you wear your emotions on your sleeves. It isn't bad per se, rather, it's too innocent," Derek reiterated his previous statement.
"What are you getting at?"
"Squawk!"
Bob couldn't predict where the conversation was heading, Derek was too much of a stranger to think of something useful.
"You've killed people, haven't you?" Derek suddenly asked.
"…"
