Jimmy and Garry pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, their car coming to a smooth stop. The neon lights of the establishment flickered softly, casting a faint glow over the lot.
"This is my area," Jimmy announced with a slight smirk as he stepped out of the car. His demeanor was casual but confident, his presence radiating the kind of authority that couldn't be ignored.
Garry, trailing slightly behind him, gave a faint, knowing smile. "Oh? Interesting," he replied, his tone deliberately nonchalant. Of course, Garry knew everything. he had already lived this moment once before. But he played along, his mind quietly assessing the situation.
Jimmy led the way toward the entrance, his strides purposeful. As they passed by a group of men lounging near the restaurant, one of them stood up, his face breaking into a grin. "Jimmy! Long time, brother! You here for a drink?" the man called out, his voice warm and familiar.
