Amelia's POV
Everything just seemed to pause. So his presence is also a menace to even the people he works with. Nice.
They all continue doing what they are doing as if no one heard what I said. I notice the topic of this burly guy was a sensitive topic, so I shifted closer to the old man and I whispered.
" Where can I find him?" The old man used his weak fragile fingers to adjust his old hat. He stares around, hoping to check if one person will see him. I lift my head up to see all eyes on us. I shiver from the intensity of the gaze. They seem to penetrate my soul. I am sure these guys will have no trouble figuring out someone's soul. The old man is trying to help me, but it seems his colleagues do not want that. He uses his eyes to show me an opening I had earlier skipped.
" There."
