Two plates sat on the cracked laminate counter. One was mostly empty. The other had a few sad bites left, pushed around like someone was making it last.

Not a friendly knock either. Three hard thuds. The kind that means business.

Another knock. Harder. Impatient.

You stood up. Darwin watched. His eyes big.

You unlocked the door with shaking fingers.

Matthias Rodriguez stood there.

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All smiley. His left hand casually in his pocket. He wore an expensive black coat that looked like it cost more than your rent. His eyes swept over you once, slow, like he was taking inventory.

And you knew you were fucked.