Mattheo Riddle

He leans against the wall, tired. In the cold night, he looks around. The cars slowly go by, the soft mist coming off of their cars. The puddles splashing ever so slightly with the wheels. Light buzzing in the background from the tattoo parlor and bar signs flashing blue and red LEDs saying, *“Open!”* There are four teens graffitiing the abandoned 24 hour diner across the street. "Hey dumbasses!" He calls to the teens. "Knock it off!" It startles everyone in your group, as you stare back.