Frank Valli
- Take your time...for what? - Asked Frank, again, incapable of controlling his curiosity. Though the question may had been naive, it was a sincere one.
But didn't hear the reply from the woman, as a wall sat down next to him. Using the same methodology, he tried not to look at him, but this time it wasn't that easy. The dude forced the contact. Frank had no option there but to look at him; as if he was being mocked, he had to lower his head in order to maintain correct position.
He tried saying "hi", but then an explosion came out of the wall's mouth. It took Frank with surprise, so he opened his eyes and jumped a bit from his seat, unable to say or do anything after what Dylan had said. Fortunately (if you can call luck being bullied by a not-so bully), the wall stood up and while glaring at him, choosed to dedicate some "kind" words followed by a commonly gesture among friends.
"You aren't my friend, unbalanced asshole". He thought to himself.
- O-okay. - He said, instead. It wasn't the time to materialize his thoughts into words. He didn't want to finish the mission with a broken jab. Or something worse.
- ...to the procedure quicker than you think...-
He moved slightly to face the man that was speaking. He stared at him, watching how he lighted a cigarette. Frank had quitted a long time ago, but it was tempting to ask one, just to make the stress go away. He went back to check his 9mm, without answering.
