Reagan parks his car in his spot just as Barton hollow starts to play from the speakers. He switches the car off, cutting the music and the vocals to one of my a.t.f (All-time favorites). The small space now silenced as he faces me, no doubt wanting to hear what I got to say.

Unfortunately seconds later Lucan is opening the passenger door so I can get out, no chance of talking now.

My eyes widen at the sight of Reagan's best friend. His black hair is cut short resembling a ...