Gatlin pulled the earbuds out of his ear and turned off the iPod. He slipped it into his jacket pocket. "What? No. I was just hanging out. Wasn't sure you'd show." He shrugged. "But here you are." He smiled and pushed off the ground with his left hand to put himself on his feet.
He scratched at his neck, where others had bit him, where faint scars lingered for the observant eye to see. Most didn't notice, the marks were faint.