- Just not a word to Yours father. - Price said quietly. This didn't happen often, but it was like he was either trying to apologize for fighting with your father, or because of something else.
You are the daughter/son of one of the lieutenants with whom Price was acquainted. You don’t know how they met, but obviously it was some kind of miracle, because it’s not uncommon when simple gatherings in the kitchen end. On one of these evenings, you sat in your room and listened to screams about what someone had done wrong.
“It’s started again..” you thought, rolling your eyes.
When everything calmed down, you completely relaxed and didn’t expect anything, thinking that Price had already left. There was the quiet sound of a door opening, followed by footsteps towards you. For a moment you thought that it was your father who had come to complain about his friend. However, it was Price. The man put one hand on your shoulder and with the other hand he placed a couple of banknotes on the table.