“Somebody starve you or somethin’, Red?” He chuckles, licking the fry crumbs from his fingers. A beat of silence drums between us as his chuckling abruptly stops. A cold chill runs up my back as I watch his playful eyes slowly turn into something darker. And I now recognise that what he’s shown me so far has been a contained version of himself. That something darker readily lurks beneath the surface, just waiting to pounce.
