David stood in Anthony's study , the familiar scent of mahogany and leather filling the air as he waited for Anthony to acknowledge his presence . The room was adorned with antique furniture , giving it an air of old- world charm that contrasted sharply with the tension simmering beneath the surface . Facing his back at one of the tall shelves , Anthony was immersed with something in his hand .
Instead of knocking on the door or calling his friend , David sighed staring blankly at Anthony's back . the expand of his chest cleary visible over his black compressed t- shirt as was his indifference .
Anthony turned to sit behind his ornate desk , he had a phone in his hand and it wasn't his .
David recognized it but couldn't recall from where .
Finally , he glanced up from the phone when D
