The man turned, meeting Vincent's gaze. [color=7bcdc8]"... I'm just gonna assume you heard the conversation I just had with my friend there."[/color] The man said, clearly too tired for this. [color=7bcdc8]"They're callin' it felony vandalism. They're askin' me to fork over ten grand for them to drop the charges, otherwise my boy gets sent to prison. Which could be fifty grand in fines, and up to three years in prison. Not to mention the fact that he'd be a felon. All over some paint that he put on an empty billboard."[/color] He then pauses for a moment, as if realizing that he's talking to a complete stranger. [color=7bcdc8]"I'm sorry but... who are ya'? And more importantly, why do ya' ask?"[/color] He said, while he walked behind the counter, and passed a page from his notepad back through a window that led into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the older man simply raised an eyebrow as he listened, turning his head so he could see this stranger. He seemed to be sizing up Vincent while he quietly sipped his coffee.