Shutting the door to his car, Philip quickly adjusted his outfit; softening out the wrinkles in his shirt, patting down the thighs of his pants. Beep--Beep. Hitting the lock button on his keys, he shoved them into his pocket and-- ....Fuck. Did he really just step onto a piece of gum? Ugh-- That had definitely been cooking on the ground for a while, because when he went to lift the ball of his foot, he could feel the stickiness begin to string out underneath his shoe. “Mother fucker...” Shuffling over to the curb, he set his foot up on top of it, scrapping the sole of his shoe against the concrete.
Once he had finally managed to get enough off (enough to not make walking uncomfortable), he continued his way onto the sidewalk, leaning against the passengers side of his car. Crossing his arms over his chest, Philip checked out the area. The streets were fairly lively for a Tuesday night, which was actually nice to see. He hated being in practically empty areas-- that way he couldn’t people watch.
His eyes wandered to a spot in front of him, clearly noting the neon sign Holly had told him about. And the thought of her only caused him to pull out his phone, checking the time. Only five minutes had passed, which wasn’t too bad.
