The man that stood in front of them was polished to perfection, even his teeth seemed painted the whitest of whites. The gentle, playful Xavier that was here moments ago vanished, and in front of her stood a man she did not recognise. Xavier stood tall, his feet shoulder-width apart, his arms behind his back, and his chest puffed out, he stood deliberately in front of Frankie in such a way as to attempt to block her view from whoever had just joined them. It didn't work though. If Frankie could see him, it was almost a certainty that he could see her.
The man, she would soon learn was Dewey Nelson, oozed with superiority. He stood slightly shorter than Xavier, but not short by any stretch, he also stayed far enough away to ensure his eyes were level. He was the type of man who was happy
