This whole thing was well past Weird and galloping merrily on its way to the realm of Fucking Strange. Renly headed outside and descended the small wooden staircase that led down and away from the restaurant’s side door. He turned around once he reached the bottom and crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing this stranger warily, curiously. Very aware that it looked like he wanted to punch Renly, very much. Perhaps this was how one would end up with so many bruises – just get mad at random people and take them outside to pick fights? Renly sincerely hoped not. He wasn’t much of a fighter, not if he had his way.
“Are you going to actually speak to me, or are we going to play charades?” His tone was light, but he wasn’t smiling this time. He was seriously wondering what the fuck this guy’s problem was, and why Renly had thought it was a good idea to go out into a dark parking lot alone with him. “You still haven’t told me your name.”