(Carlos)
I watched as the man slowly shut the door and turned to face Leo and me. From where I sat, I could clearly see streaks of sweat on his forehead. I took my time to study him properly from head to toe. He looked so haggard with his black "Battle of Bands" t-shirt which had obviously seen better days judging from the sagging neck and sleeves. His joggers had coffee stains. He was nursing a mustache that was quite overdue for a shave.
This wasn't who I expected to see.
His house was in a mess. Boxes of half-eaten pizza littered the entire living room and from the stench, I could tell that those boxes had been here a while. The couches were patched in different areas giving them a mixture of different colours. The walls were stained with patches of brown as though water leaked throu
