Chapter 139: A Suit.
A wide grin split Boris’s wide, round face. He faced the windshield of a large white van, stared at his reflection, then coughed into his fist, plastering a serious expression. He noticed that his necktie looked a little off and went about fixing it. Soon enough, his calm and serious expression began to change as the corners of his mouth rose to his ears.
"Really, man? A suit?"
The exasperated voice startled him enough that he almost jumped. Whipping his head in its direction, he saw a red-haired youth walking toward him with eyes that spelled "I’m annoyed".
Dante was in a bad mood, as expected, but Boris didn’t let that bother him. He was about to throw in a retort when he noticed someone else approaching. A scrawny kid with brown hair and a pale face, wearing an oversized blue jacket and carrying a yellow gym bag almost as tall as he was.
"... No way?" The big guy said, feeling the corners of his mouth rise. "Is that..."
"Yup." Dante closed his eyes and sighed. "He somehow tracked me all the way here."
"That’s... impressive..." Boris said, his eyes widening a little.
The brat had come up in one of their conversations. Back then, both he and his boss were dismissive of the red haired youth, thinking he was exaggerating after having his ass handed to him by a child. Hearing that the brat was able to track him again shattered that misconception.
"Forget about the little shit." Bringing his brow together in a deep frown, Dante followed. "Just tell me why the heck you are here? I told you we’re going this weekend."
"What’s so different?" Boris huffed. "Whether we go today or three days later, it’s all the same."
"Except I have a job today." Dante shot back. "And, c’mon, man, you aren’t being subtle at all."