The sky gradually became dark, as the bustle of people in the dimly lit streets carried on .
A man sat there, the cold light reflecting through the window hit his emotionless eyes, casting a faint and chilly glow.
Norris Moore stood there, watched him for a while, then rolled his eyes at the heavens and turned to leave.
Trenton Smith's extremely impatient attitude made her want to scoff.
As she left the restaurant, she saw in the corner of her eye the man resting in his chair, massaging his temples as if he had a severe headache. It must have been his helpless response to her actions and his uncontrollable irritability.
She dashed into the crowd, hailed a taxi, and heard footsteps behind her. Just as she was about to bend down and enter the taxi, her arm was grabbed and she was pulled back.
The man said to the taxi driver with a cold demeanor: "She's not taking the cab, you can go now."
