The winter sun was bright but lacked any real warmth, casting long, sharp shadows across the X Starling parking area. Zane Leinster sat in the driver's seat of his car, waiting for the bell to ring. The window was cracked just enough to let his cigarette smoke escape.
There were strict rules about smoking, and he wasn't someone who truly enjoyed it. Maybe it was the sensation, or maybe it was rebellion. Sometimes he hoped to get caught, just so his father would come by once in a while.
He didn't know. He wouldn't enjoy it if his father actually came because of trouble he caused. Maybe, on some level, he just wanted to look strong.
That was all.
This morning, for the umpteenth time, he witnessed something interesting. At first, he didn't care, he never cared about the people around him. But after seeing it for the third time, he felt mildly interested. Because it involved Nathan.
