C34 Creepy Guys And Honda Pilots

Phoenix's POV

I raise my head up slightly, meeting Carl's face which seemed seconds away from exploding. I squint my eyes, glancing over to the cup of coffee right in front of me to his face.

“Whatever, do as you want with it.” Carl's tone is cold, cutting. He walks past me and sit at his desk. I watch him sip his coffee and relax his head.

I look at the coffee for more than three seconds