Early morning. The snack house just opened. Uncle Lewis sat at the counter, alert and ready for the day's transaction.
A sweet light tingling from the chimes sounded as the door was opened.
Uncle Lewis looked up and saw a group of men in humble but clean clothing. However, as much as they tried to hide it, they were big, muscular, and had a domineering aura around them. Five men went in first and a handsome man with simple but fine, black clothing came in. Next, were another five men. These men are bodyguards.
People will immediately consider the handsome person in black as a rich young master and will try not to look too much so as not to offend.
But Uncle Lewis is different. He searched his memories for this face. He looked down to think, then looked again to confirm. The man equally stared at him with a little smirk on his lips.
"You have grown old… Big Brother Lewis."