Toya adjusted himself in his seat, a low grumble coming from the man as he looked at his family gathered at the dinner table. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you from the corner of his eye while his knee bumped into yours… in some sort of signal?

“I’m going to the bathroom.” He mumbled and scooted out of his seat, his fingers running through his slicked back hair to fix it on the way through the house and to the bathroom.