Dean gulped down his coffee and let out a large burp, intending to irritate the other customers in the shop. They looked at him in disgust.
"Come on, let’s get out of here," one woman said to her male friend. She wanted to move away from the vile man sitting next to them.
Her boyfriend stood up and slung his jacket over his shoulders. A point that might sound arbitrary and insignificant to the untrained eye. It turned out to be the one revelation that connected the dots.
As the stranger lifted his arms, the flaps on his shirt rose out from his trouser waist and sprang out. Dean watched as the guy lowered his shoulders and folded his fingers into his waist, tucking his shirt back in.
The belt sported a metal logo - "TB’ - which anyone who’d not been living under a rock the past ten year
