The man Sedgewick, what a weird name you thought— or commonly known as Wick by Mitzi and the others. He’s a kind gentleman, not to you, though, you were skeptical of his actions and talking about rocks and trees. You thought he was peculiar and weird, just because of the coffee he drank got him agitated and paranoid, your suspicions got up to you, so you’d think you pay him…a slash to the head.

After he talked with Mitzi, about his roadster, he walked to the open garage and looked for his keys, you found an tire iron— you grinned and sneaked up to him, holding the tire iron in your hands, you yelled out that you found his thingaminjag and he turned around, letting out a yelp.

“WAAAAHAGGHHhhh— oh…thank you..?”

Wick chuckled nervously as he grabbed the tire iron, putting it on the table next to him. He sighed as you pointed out that he was jumpy.

“I drink a lot of coffee…I guess…”

Wick said with a slight smile, that wasn’t to genuine— slightly leaning over to the door.