Once they got outside, the street greeted them with the hum of passing cars, and the loud noise of people going about their day.
Darren stood straight and rigid for a moment, clearly annoyed, his fingers clasped tight around the burger he'd refused to leave behind.
His blue eyes burned with a quiet intensity, jaw clenched tight as he replayed the chaos he'd just dismantled. Ugh, something about the entire thing just bit at him.
Perhaps his ego had grown too big in a short time, and it was easier to feel disrespected or disgusted.
Beside him, Penelope hovered, her petite form still trembling from the shock of it all, her blonde ponytail straight now as she stared at him anxiously.
The "Shooters" uniform clung to her like a second skin, absurdly out of place now, and her wide blue eyes darted between Darren and the road, disbelief clouding her features.
