“I’m not looking for trouble,” he said.
Dylan tilted his head. “Sure looks like it.”
Nathan finally met his eyes.
“And I’m not leaving,” he added.
The street changed.
People slowed.
Not stopped—no one ever wants to be that involved—but enough to feel it. Enough to know something real was happening now.
The woman took a small step.
The wiry one moved again to block her.
That was the moment.