He kept smoking, as if trying to dissolve all his frustration into the rising smoke, letting it drift away with the wind.
Tobias glanced at the time—it was already past 11 PM, yet his young master showed no intention of leaving.
The autumn nights were especially cold in S City, given its proximity to the sea. Standing there, Tobias could feel the chill seeping into his bones, making him want to flee from the freezing air.
"Young Master, it's late. Let's head back," Tobias finally spoke up, knowing he was risking his job. He had a feeling Everett would stand there until morning otherwise.
Everett shot him a cold glance, sharp as frost. Tobias shivered involuntarily.
Saying nothing, Everett pulled out another cigarette—only to realize it was the last one in the pack.