Only the vice-squad leader, Neal Thompson, who had been angered, sat stiffly on the stone bench, still as a statue, as if everyone owed him millions. His presence alone dampened everyone else's festive mood.
"You two, come with me."
The squad leader, with his commanding position, glanced at Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes. After saying the cold words, he turned around and walked away first.
Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes looked at each other. They were both somewhat confused, but they did not hesitate and quickly followed behind him, leaving together.
Leaving the bustling and joyful assembly area of the cooking class behind, the squad leader led them until they were almost at the vegetable garden, only then did he finally slow his pace.
The clamor in the distance gradually faded away, the clear night wind gently blew by, the squad leader who stood at the forefront slowly turned around, his presence in the dim light was not weakened.
