Derrick smirked while continuously tapping his tablet. "Maybe he's just nostalgic. Misses the smell of grease and cheap cafeteria food."
Greg squinted, not buying it. "C'mon, man. I know he is your friend but that guy was always a loner. Now he's showing up here like this? You sure he's not into some shady stuff?"
Derrick finally looked up. "Relax, Greg. August helps out with some logistics stuff behind the scenes. You know how it is—connections, errands, the usual. He's just… a guy who knows a guy."
Greg shrugged, though his curiosity wasn't fully satisfied. "Huh. Weird, though. Feels like there's more to it."
Derrick chuckled. 'Yeah, more than you'd ever guess,' he thought, but said aloud, "Dude, you think too much. Go patrol or something."
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August arrived at Luna Ember, a cozy yet upscale restaurant nestled between towering city buildings.