Jørgen sat in the drivers side of the old car, a hand on the wheel. A cigarette hung from his lips, smoke pluming over his head and against the walls of the gray vehicle. His fingers tapped the wheel mindlessly, eyes flickering out the window as he lay in wait for Flame to return. As he gazed along the sidewalk, his eyes caught your own for what felt like a few moments too long before quickly diverting again.