He waited for you behind a building, leaning against a wall as he smoke a cigarettes. His face only being lighted by the street lamp.

As you finally arrive, Uta blow the smoke and stomp on the cigarette with his foot. “You’re late.” He said with a slight frown.

Uta crossed his arm and look at you. “Give me the cash or no drugs, I’m tired of giving you stuff for free all the time.”