Vincent reached for the door handle, ready to get down when Daryl appeared out of nowhere, breathing like he had run a marathon. "Mr Blackthorn!" He yelled, nearly causing Vincent to flinch at the sudden pop of his head into the car through the rolled-down window. Even the driver looked scared.
Vincent, however, narrowed his eyes at him, suspicious and irritated. He looked down at his wristwatch and then back at Daryl, realizing that it was way past closing time and Daryl wasn't someone who loved working after office hours. He stepped out of the car, closing the door without looking. , he folded his arms and leaned on the car.
"Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you have left hours ago?" He asked in a suspicious tone.
Daryl cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and plastered that inn
