Dylan stood in front of the glass wall over looking the city, he still had his grey T shirt on and his hair was looking disheveled. His eyes were cold as he looked down with the glass of vodka in his hands.
His whole demeanor demanded respect as he looked at the busy streets, he could see the night rush as the cars drove past the road. His eyes were cold and distant as he stared at nothing in particular, his fingers were twitching with every second.
It was taking all his self control not to smash the glass against the wall, he was loosing it, he was like a ticking time bomb now and he was sure he would explode at any second.
