The male turned to me, and he was nearly as large as I was with scars on his face. He was wearing torn jeans and a black leather biker jacket. Completely out of place for the restaurant we were in. I noticed his eyes were like Griffin’s. He smiled at me. Griffin was looking at the male with a strange expression.
“I will see you later, Griffin,” the male said to her and walked towards me. He patted my shoulder as he walked by. “You two are getting there, Atlas,” He said to me.
“Huh?” I said to him and glanced at Griffin, who had her face buried in her hands. “Who the-” I looked to where the male was, and he was gone. “Who the hell was that?”
Griffin sighed heavily. “Relative,” She mumbled and brushed past me. I followed her back to the t
