Armaan watched as Will whispered in the man's ear, and then the man turned to look at him. It was like he was frozen stiff, expecting a reckoning. He stood there like a deer in the headlights, fully expecting the car to hit him until the man's lips curled into a smile and then he turned back to Will to whisper something back.
"Oh my god," Armaan wheezed, bending over and trying to drag breath in. "That's- I'm going to go get a drink," he said as he rushed into the house to find the bar.