Haru sat down, across the table, a young man whom he knew a long time ago.
Dressed in an immaculate dark blue suit, wearing cuff links and his hair slicked back, he had changed. Simple little details, but Haru could care less. It was the gun between them that captivated him. Maybe it was a .45 or 9mm.
Was it a challenge or further proof?
“Do you have it? I like it back” he said, no emotion. No distress.
Haru nodded. There’d be no argument there, after all, it did belong to him.
“I read it you know”
“What did you think?”
“You didn’t mean any of it, it was all a show, you were angry, it was completely understandable given your particular situation at the time”
The stranger in the dark blue suit now focused his attention on the pistol.
“Why do you have that thing?”
“I have the most peculiar sensation”
“You’re not going to harm my daughter, are you?”
“Could you stop me?”
A moment of hesitation. Of fear.
“No”
“Then the answer is of no importance”
“Tyler, I think you should leave”
He smiled. Nodded. He’d be back.