Gruffly, Benjamin got down from the car, hitting the door shut with a loud thud. Then, he stood beside it, backing the building, his hands deep in his pockets and a scowl on his face.
With measured steps, a man in a hat, coat, and briefcase walked towards Benjamin, who stood with an icy stance and glare, his eyes narrowing.
"Son," the man called, his voice smooth as silk.
Then, stepping further and under the streetlamp, his cool face with a reserved smile came to light, revealing a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Schneider!
Benjamin scoffed, his lip curling in disgust. "Have you been followin' me around?" He asked, his voice low and even, putting the question he had in his head straight up, his eyes flashing with annoyance.
Schneider's reserved smile stayed, but his tone changed, a hint of defensiveness creeping in. "Good grief, no. I don't look like no entourage, do i?" He raised an eyebrow, his expression incredulous.
