[she describes him, and,] Oh. [his grip on the weapon is nonexistent now] Does he have a brown fringe jacket? [pushing her to the side (âgentlyâ), he addresses the empty street behind them] Stop fucking following me, man! I donât have your money yet!
[then he rolls his eyes] Whatâm I doing? He canât hear me.
{She folds her arms so that she can do something besides fidget.} He's close enough he should be able to hear you... {But thank god it's not anything serious. She was getting so nervous ahaha :'D} So... You're okay then?












