"You're him?" The man looked down at me, arms folded across his chest. He had sunglasses on, making him seem cold and distant. The words added even more distance.
My anxiety jumped a level higher and I subconsciously took a step back. This isn't what I expected.
Noah frowned. "What's with that tone? Are you here to see Jake? Why don't you sound happy to see him?"
"This isn't your business kid." The man spoke. I couldn't even tell if he looked Noah's way when his glasses were that reflective. All I could see was my own pale complexion. "Well? Do you have anything to say?"
Anything to say? Who? Me? I backed up a little more and shifted a little behind Noah. Noah would know what to do. He always had a plan and was never short on words.
Sure enough, Noah folded his own arms across his chest and stood a few inches taller than me. He looked up at the man. "Why would he have anything to say to you?! Especially when you come at him with an attitude like that? What are you here for?"
