Third Person P.O.V
The two still stood at the ledge already fully drenched from the rain, their clothes already clinging tightly against their body. From the distance, you would think that the two are about to kiss. The scene made the audience from the distance squeal and giggle like two young girls from their spot where they just watched the two, one of them stuffing their face with popcorn and the other puffing more and more smoke from her cigar that slowly made the room a bit hazy.
"This guy's pretty slow ain't he grandma?", Michael whispered taking a handful of the popcorn and stuffing all of it inside his open mouth. Matilda, the matriarch, could only nod in agreement to the boy's statement. "Can't blame him. He's weighing his position and options at the moment. He does not want her to get away so he's pretty much fucked if he makes one wrong move right now."
