Bang!
A glass bottle shattered on the hood of the Citroën, startling Fred. His focus had been glued to the entrance of the apartment building on the right, and by the time he realized someone had deliberately thrown the bottle, a group of punks had already surrounded his car.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A tall, lanky guy in a green knit beanie, Tom, slammed his fist down on the hood, shouting, "Hey! What the hell are you doing here? Parking here like this—are you spying on someone?"
Fred calmly assessed the young men. Their hands were shoved into their pockets, but they weren't holding anything immediately threatening. He rolled down his window and answered evenly, "I'm waiting for someone."
"Waiting for who?"
Tom, clearly the leader, stepped up to Fred's window, glaring with hostility.
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