When he could see her shadow bleed into his own at his feet. "You're just in my way. I have things to finish before we lose the light." His voice was gruff, pushing her away before turning to really look. He'd been disappointed before, no more.
The sweat continued a trail down his brow which he wiped away, taking off his gloves. The skin was worn on the inside of his hands where for years he'd thrown that boomerang like hammer back and forth. It had rubbed the skin completely raw where no new would grow over it. "You seem to have plenty of other customers." He didn't like the catcalling.