Archer walked over and sat down, the weight of the day lifting slightly as the sun bathed the world in a soft pink shade, painting the sky in serene shades of dusk. While sitting there, he pulled out some hotdogs and started eating.
'It seems like the agents know about me,' he mused while spotting them patrolling the garden.
As a group passed, Archer nodded in greeting, prompting the men and women to politely return the gesture before continuing. An hour passed, and the sky had transformed into a breathtaking canvas of stars twinkling brightly above.
Feeling the calm of the night settles in, Archer pulled out some ale and began drinking, enjoying the quiet moment while the meeting inside continued. A little while later, Elizabeth appeared with a smile.
The older woman sat down and questioned, ''That fight in Rosemary Beach was public darling; couldn't you have taken it elsewhere?''
