The other day wasn't so great, he could admit that. Trey found himself broke, and with his spirits down. After the run-in with that rich looking foreigner, he had stumbled upon another group of kids. Looked to be about seventeen or older, and he couldn't help but smirk at their attempts to hassle him. It was only about five guys, and he was sure he could take them on.
Well, he had been wrong. He put up a good fight, no doubt, even left one of them with a broken nose and maybe worse injuries; but he wasn't expecting more guys to show up. After the initial five had started shouting and threatening, it turned violent. Trey threw some punches, the group did back, and before long it was a bloody mess for each of the boys. But then a few others came along, older guys.
They were bigger and meaner looking, and Trey knew the odds were against him even more now that their pals showed up. They demanded anything of value from him, which wasn't much, but he was now short fifty bucks and a watch. He was sore, and barely found a spot to sleep the other night. A terrible day it had been.
Sighing, he kept his gaze fixated on the concrete ground. He was slumped over, staring at the ground, leaning against some building, once again. Though this time he wasn't as optimistic as before. He was tired, hurt, and mostly just bent out of shape. He was in no mood for this, and really just wanted to go back to his bed and rest. As crappy as a bed it was, and as crappy as a home it was, he did miss it some.
But he couldn't turn back, not now. Standing up, he staggered some, before leaning on a public bench. This was going to be difficult; he couldn't hobble around like this! He cursed aloud to himself, still keeping his eyes on the ground. Not wanting to look up and be stared at or given odd looks at, not be judged at all by some older fellow who likely had a nice job and nice home.
Though, Trey didn't know that he was being watched. And judged. And pitied. The Frenchman from the other day, was still in the area. He had noticed the boy, the same one from before, a little earlier this morning. He found him slumped in an alley, sleeping. Having not a lot to do for the time being, he decided to stand back and watch. Watch from afar, and see what happened.
Well, not a lot happened. But he did witness the boy in some strange acts. Throwing punches at park trees, cursing, spitting, this kid was insane. Though the man was curious, which may have been the reason he had decided to at least try talking to him. No harm could come, it was just some street kid after all.
The tall man walked over to the hunched over boy, standing with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette lit in his mouth. He took it out, only to exhale a puff of smoke, and stare the other down. Trey noticed this, giving a side glare to the stranger. No, not a stranger. He could recognize that stupid ugly mask once again, and knew it was that guy from before.
"The hell are you doin'? Don't you know smoking's bad for you?"
He asked harshly, not wanting to really talk to this guy. He wondered why the hell he was even here. The Frenchman raised an eyebrow, not expecting that to be the first thing to come out of the boy's mouth. But it was something at least.
"My my, you certainly seem concerned with public health. Do you usually snoop into people's personal business?" He asked, taking another inhale of the cigarette, only to blow out more smoke Trey's way. In a way, he was simply taunting him, seeing how far the other could be pushed.
"It's not personal, you bring that shit into my space, and it's now my problem too. Stop stinkin' up the city, you're ruinin' the air scumbag!"
Trey argued back, standing up straight and throwing his hands up. Really he didn't care if the guy smoked, but he needed something to be angry at. A reason to go off on someone, just to get rid of this pent up anger he had.
The man rolled his eyes, taking out the cigarette and dropping it, stepping on it to put it out.
"There. Now calm yourself."
The atmosphere was definitely tense, with neither of them getting anywhere. Trey was keeping an eye on this guy, waiting for him to speak up or do something.
"What are you even doing here, bucko? You come for something? You want to turn me in for what happened yesterday?" Trey asked, leaning on the bench. He folded his arms over his chest defensively, not wanting any games here.
"Non. Not that. I was only wondering what you were doing out here - still, doing out here. Hopefully not mugging strangers." He stated in his tone that meant business, the guy was all serious.
"Nah I ain't doing that, but why do you care? You still mad? Is that it?" Trey was good with pestering people, he already knew that from his family and teachers, all either telling him or just giving off that vibe.
"Do you have a home, boy?"
The question took Trey a bit off guard, he wasn't expecting that one. This wasn't the guy's business, and he shouldn't be asking stupid questions. He scoffed, shaking his head. "No, I ain't got no home. Why ask?"
"Well, I was only wondering. Is zhat why you were trying to steal from me?"
Trey could admit he felt a bit guilty by now, and he didn't like the feeling. He'd been raised to know not to steal or take things, it was just wrong. He knew it, but he did it anyway. So did his brothers and he knew they knew it was wrong too. They probably felt bad as well.
He gave a small nod, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, that's why. Is that all you wanted?" He asked, his posterior and attitude changing in a second. Not wanting to appear as some pushover, or some sissy that was feeling bad about his actions.
The man pulled out his pack of cigarettes, taking one, lighting it, and sticking it in his mouth. All while Trey watched, eyebrow arched, still not understanding this guy. Though finally he nodded, and the conversation was done.
The two stood in silence for a moment or so, and Trey wasn't sure what to really say next. He knew he should say something, not like there was anything else he had to do today.
"So what's your deal? You just pop up again, asking questions; you stalking me?" Trey asked, eyebrow arched, out of curiosity. "I don't even know you."
"Not stalking you, I have much more important things to do than follow some boy around the city." The other replied dryly, waving a hand to shoo the boy away from the park bench. Once Trey took a step back, the man took a seat, rather than stand there.
He waved a hand over, offering the boy to sit down if he'd like. It was obvious he had been sore or tired, leaning against whatever structure there was.
Trey took a seat, though made sure to keep some space between the two of them. He didn't want people thinking they knew each other, cause they didn't. And he didn't hang around business people in suits and weird masks.
"I was curious to see what zhe hell you were doing with your time, which is obviously nothing important." He explained, glancing over at the boy. In a way, he liked to see the younger one get upset over little things, it was amusing.
Though Trey frowned, he wasn't going to argue back. It was true, he didn't have anything important going on, he was just wasting everyone's time. "Yeah, I know. I'm a loser, I get it. I'm a bum, just some nobody. Is that all you wanted to hear Mister… What's your name anyway?"
The man shrugged some, crossing one leg over the other. He was silent for a bit, not going to give out his name. Part of him wondered if it would matter, but he was a Spy, and they kept secrets. Everything was a secret really, from his name to his face, to his job.
"You can call me whatever you like, I don't care. Pick a name, Louis, Adriane, Francis; I'm open to mostly anything." He stated, keeping an eye on the passing cars and pedestrians, focused elsewhere.
"Fine. I'll call you whatever. Uh, let's see…Something that fits," He thought for a moment, looking over the man to think of a name. The Spy raised an eyebrow, finally glancing over at the boy, only to see him concentrating on a name. How hard was it to pick something?
"Alright alright, I think I got one! I'll just call you Vince. I kind of like that name, maybe you could change it to that, it's so great." Trey grinned at the new name, supposing it fit pretty alright.
"Vince" rolled his eyes. It wasn't terrible, and he doubted they'd meet again, so there was no harm. With that, he stood up, and turned to walk off.
"Right then. I bid you adieu –"
"Trey. My name's Trey, by the way. And yeah, see ya around, Vince."
He said with a salute, happy to at least have had one nice conversation with someone. It was lonely out here, and he wouldn't admit it, but he did hope to possibly see his new pal again.