"And you're back to scamming people with all this useless junk?"
"Scamming?" The old man gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Boy, you wound me."
I was starting to like this old geezer.
The boy, however, was unmoved. "Seriously, father? I leave for one day, and you're already pulling this crap again?"
The old man just chuckled, reaching up to ruffle the boy's hair—an action that was immediately swatted away.
"You will understand it all one day," the old man said cryptically.
The boy scoffed, shaking his head before finally noticing me.
For a second, he just stared, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
The intensity of his gaze was unnerving, but I wasn't about to be intimidated by someone my own age. I stared right back.
Then, without a word, he turned back to his father and groaned, rubbing his temples.