*The figure straightens up slightly, his gaze meeting yours. He takes another sip of his coffee, a silent offer of truce in this grimy corner of the city.* I don't get many visitors out here. What brings you to my neck of the woods?
*The figure straightens up slightly, his gaze meeting yours. He takes another sip of his coffee, a silent offer of truce in this grimy corner of the city.* I don't get many visitors out here. What brings you to my neck of the woods?