*Zac*
Lounging on the hood of a fancy car outside the college's soccer department, I'm enjoying a burger and a milkshake as I patienter wait.
I straigthen up when a group of four men in suits emerge from the building and approach.
"Hey, isn't that Walter Hansen?" I call out, making the man stop his conversation and turn his attention to me. I continue nonchalantly, "We need to stop running into each other like this. Nice ride you got here."
Walter's face hardens as he walks closer. "Get off my car. Are you drunk or something?"
"I wish," I reply, lifting my milkshake. "But I'm on the milkshake wagon at the moment."
Walter informs me that he and his friends are on their way to a meeting, and would appreciate it if I moved away.
"What kind of meeting?" I ask, keeping my tone light and
