The Calm Man Who Wouldn't Fall
Into the Melodic Sea music store came Jareb, moving like someone who owned the floor. The space around him shifted, as if making room on its own. There - by the old piano sat a man in a dark blue suit, face lined with years. Eyes met, fast, no delay.
Frost crept across his grin. A quiet chill shaped the curve of his mouth.
His head leaned a little to the side when he started talking, dripping with sarcasm. A smirk shaped his words before they even left his mouth.
"Do you really think you're worthy…"
His eyes began at the worn shoes, then climbed upward, stopping only when they met the weathered face. Slowly he waited, silence stretching between each heartbeat.
"…of making a move against our Young Master Julian?"
A hush spread through the space.
Someone walked in, heads swiveled toward them. The air shifted as eyes locked on the stranger.
For just an instant, workers held their breath.
Someone whispered softly.
