Meeting David

David, a man with great pride, steadily walked forward. He had an intimidating aura, taking each step with confidence. His deep brown eyes gazed at the table in the middle, seeing a group of people laughing together. 

David was carrying a cup of coffee in his wrinkled hand. His thin white hair was neatly waxed on one side, covering a spot of baldness on his scalp. He was dressed formally, his black polo, covering his pouch belly.

As David became near them, he purposely cleared his throat, wanting to catch the attention of Red and the others. Despite his wrinkled face, David still looked good. He was also rich that young girls still cling to him. 

"Hi there, Kids." David's deep and almost hoarse voice sounded as he calmly waved his hands. 

The laughter on Red's table immediately died down as they heard a familiar voice. As if thinking of the same thing, they slowly turned their head on the side, seeing David.