The evening air outside Leila's apartment carried a sharp chill, and the street was cloaked in shadow save for the pale glow of a streetlamp.
Peter, Tyrell's manager stood leaning against a black sedan, his phone clutched in one hand as he stared into the distance.
He turned his head sharply when Tyrell stepped outside, the door clicking shut behind him.
"Get in". Peter said briskly and Tyrell quietly complied and slid into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence between them was thick with tension.
Without waiting for a greeting, Peter sighed heavily. "You know why I'm here, right?" .
"I warned you". Peter confined without waiting for his response, his voice cold. "I warned you about keeping your temper in check."
"I know". Tyrell said quietly.