What just happened?
Does he get an answer to his unspoken question? Nope. All he gets is a bark, a growl, and this look that makes him flinch back, like some poor, scared squirrel trying to jump away from a bear. Yeah... that was a little embarrassing.
Then his TO grumbles, barely audible but somehow deadly in the way it sounds. "Out."
"What?" Miles replies, genuinely confused, with a tone that says it all. Like, a big, fat WHAT?
“Get out.”
Teeth clenched. Yep, Tim Bradford’s teeth are so tight, it’s like he’s about to snap and bite someone if he doesn’t hold it in. But Miles, being… well, Miles, doesn’t always make the best choices when it comes to questions. He knows that, and he’s not shy about admitting it. Still, he shoots back, “Out, like, out of the shop?”
“Should I spell it for you?”
No. Nope
Think first, speak second.
“No, sir. Got it.”
He opens the car door, eyes locked on Sergeant Bradford, who looks like an overinflated balloon just waiting to pop if someone so much as looks at him wrong. Miles hopes his next question isn’t the damn needle that bursts the thing, but he asks it anyway.
“And then?”
“You’re gonna walk back to the station, and while you’re doing that, you’ll have some time to overthink your attitude.”