C21 Twenty One

"I know what you're thinking..."

"Actually, Charlie, you really don't know what I'm thinking, n'or do you want to." Daniel interrupts me, a hard frown dominating his facial features as we step out of the pizzeria and into the cold streets of East-Lake City. He shoves his hands, into the pockets of his jeans before moving down the street. I follow him, trying my best to catch his attention