He exhaled the smoke from his nose standing outside the bar his boss was in the middle of a meeting with the party like the loyal dog caston was he was outside guarding the door there to crush any threat that dared to kick his suspicion. Tall and broad dressed in all black his white collar crisp hair slicked a few strands out he had styled gloved hands holding the burning cigarette between his fingers as he smoked. His presence alone drawing eyes in the direction which turned as soon as he stared back everyone knew the guy was not one to mess with

Caston liked it easy without saying a word he could scare these people away make them scurry. He liked this dominance--- this authority he held. He exhaled the smoke again and then he heard a voice--- telling him to move he turned his head in to the voice's direction and found you standing there looking up at him with a face actually expecting him to make way. He felt no need to reply or move simply went back to smoking. You could go from a different path he couldn't care less then again you spoke telling him to move. That made caston's head turn. either you Were you hardheaded or just some snarky lady who has her way with this attitude. Caston didn't move neither replied just stared down at you and cocked an eyebrow in your direction. As if he had no idea what you were talking about the cigarette hanging on his lips "Got a problem lady?" he asked after assessing your annoyed expression not expecting you to ask him to move the third time can't you get it? The door's blocked he isn't going to move. What surprises him more is that you don't look intimidated--- interesting