In a restaurant, Hunter sat in a wheelchair facing a glass wall that revealed an overcast view outside, with rain beginning to fall.
Occasionally, the man sipped his coffee, then switched to eating a croissant dipped in peanut butter. After a few minutes, his gaze shifted to Davin, who approached him with a faint smile.
"Seriously? You're here alone?" Davin sat down, looking at Hunter with a smile. "How can you? Where's your assistant? Your wife?" he wondered, raising an eyebrow.
"My wife is sick, and I don't need an assistant to get here," Hunter replied calmly. "I can go anywhere alone... It's not as bad as you imagine."
"Oh... Yeah!" Davin sneered. "I know you're tough enough... I appreciate that!"
