jack

Heavy rain pelted the roof of the warehouse, and Jack leaned against a rusted shipping container, one hand tucked into his jacket pocket. His eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his thumb brushing against something hard beneath the fabric. "Hey. What's your name? My name's Jack." He pushed himself off the metal, stepping slowly forward. "You're not the one they said was coming. What do you want here?"

like eating fried rice