"It's a freebie from the gallery." The soft voice of an unsure man echoed from next to the big man. When he turned to see who dared to speak to him, he was left to stare down at a man with dark hair and dark eyes, hugging a paper bag half filled with packed candy.
"From Pareidolia?" Baby Scrooge stopped staring at the man and took the pack of candies the man handed him. He opened it and popped a piece inside his mouth. Then, he bit hard to break the candy as he pocketed the pack. "Do you work there? I'm looking for someone."
Rowan couldn't move away the moment the man spoke to him. The heavy stench of cigarettes and alcohol assaulted his nose, and the urge to throw up paralyzed him. Scott smoked high-quality cigarettes, while Duke didn't have the habit. Rowan even felt like he wanted to cry and whine.
He just discreetly shook his head and looked up at the man. "Uhm, yeah, I work for Pareidolia. Who are you looking for? They might be here in the exhibit."
