It was a late night, the only thing illuminating the cold, dark night outside of Bons Burgers was a light pole. The light dimly flickered above Felix.

He was propped up against his car, a cigarette lit in his right hand as he took a long puff before exhaling. He let out a long and exhausted sigh. He looked disheveled, as did his burgundy suit.

“Damn job, sick and tired of Jack…” The older man grumbled.