Victor
Lucian sighed heavily, slumping slightly in his chair. He took a deliberate bite of his burger, chewing slowly as his tired eyes shifted between Jimmy and Victor, who stood locked in an intense standoff. The tension between them was so thick it felt like the air had stopped moving.
"Leave it, Jimmy," Lucian said finally, his voice calm but edged with weariness. "Why waste your energy? I'm not really in the mood today." He leaned back, his fingers idly brushing against the table as he let out another sigh. "I'm too tired for this."
Jimmy's sharp gaze not leaving Victor's for a second. Thoughts churned in his mind, a mix of irritation. He knew Victor wasn't just some random nobody; the man had a significant background and, in their past life, had risen to become a major player. Not someone to ignore completely, but not someone worth their time, either.