"Okay…" Hans said, adding a smirk to his face, showing no signs of fear. I even felt the need to take a closer look at his armpits just to make sure they weren't sweating, which lo and behold, they weren't.
The man sighed. He then glanced behind them and gestured quickly with his hands, before eventually a chair was brought to him.
I've seen this million's of times. But then suddenly, the man took out a notebook and a pencil, and leaned back. "What is this, school?" Hans asked.
"I never gave you permission to speak. And if you continue speaking, I don't think you'll have the permission to again? Understood?" the man made known.
Hans didn't respond.
"A nod would do, smart-aleck," the man allowed, which Hans nodded as he suggested. He wiggled the pencil between his pinky and thumb before preparing to soon start his writing. "Alright, take it away."
"Take what away?"
