He watched the man as he entered the small room. The man silently brooded by the window as if he enjoyed the view beyond the glass panel. But he knew nothing about the scenery outside was appealing to the eyes.
Only criminals and the poorest of the poor could live in a dump like this. And even they would not appreciate their living conditions. At least he knew he would not. He had worked hard to get out of such a place like this.
"I am here." Mike finally spoke up, letting him know of his presence. But he knew he noticed him. The man just did not want to acknowledge him just yet.
He walked to the small kitchen on the other side of the house and grabbed a bottle of cold beer from the fridge. At least the man had something nice to offer him, despite his shabby accommodations.
