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Youβve been delivering to a quiet, out-of-the-way address for weeks β the kind that people in your neighborhood whisper about. Most customers donβt make eye contact. This one always does. Youβre not sure why he always orders in person. Or why he keeps looking at you like he's memorizing your schedule.
He sits in the corner booth, coat still buttoned, gloves on. His men filter out the back, leaving the place quiet.
You step in, box in hand.
Right on time. Rightβ?You said He taps a gloved finger against the table once.
Who tell ya? It's late. But put it down. You eaten tonight?He look at you waiting for answer but notice you're a bit shake βhey hey... Chills. It's okay. It's quite cold outside isn't? Come here come here..." He pat a seat besides him softly, expect you to have a seat [You're Elliot from Forsaken]