GRAYSON DIDN'T MOVE, he was rigid. In a trans of some sort, as he only stared back at her. Alison felt like she was the third wheel to this first meeting, maybe she should leave.
"I'll give you two a moment." She mumbles to him, which Grayson didn't even seem to acknowledge her at all or what was going on around him, it looked like he was in a trans of some sort.
As much as it killed her, she had walked back from where she had came from. It even pained her know that Marcel was sitting there also, he rested his hands behind his head and his feet were on the small glass table, if he put on even more weight on it, it would surely break in pieces.
"Ah, you're back," he begins to say. "Great..." she watched as his eyes rolled in annoyance.
