"Is the Twin going to be angry?" Jørn asked as they sat in the backseat of a cab, on their way to Levi's restaurant. Nor glared at him, then looked to be sure the driver wasn't paying attention to them. You never knew when someone would be familiar with the boss' nickname. "I'll really have your guys' money, you know. It's not a big deal. I'll have it."
Content that they were talking quietly enough, Nor looked at Jørn skeptically.
"You're not shy at all, are you?" Nor wondered if he ought to not start being less pleasant around people. "Perhaps you don't understand what's going on; I'm not here to be your friend." He sighed. "He'll be angry, yes." Jørn looked reasonably distraught. "You had a meeting with him, and you did not show up," Nor explained defensively. "You owe him 100,000 kronor."
"I told you, it was impossible for me to be there."
Nor shook his head, and said nothing. After being around Jørn, he started to wonder if he was telling the truth, but it didn't matter at all. He'd made a pact with the devil and had failed to fulfill his end of it.
Jørn, unable to sit patiently, pulled a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, and it landed right at home between his lips.
"No smoking," the driver piped, glancing irritatedly in his rearview mirror. The driver had felt something off about these men, a peculiar duo they were. He was eager to get them out of his car.
"I know, I know," Jørn chided, fidgeting, leaning towards one side, then the other, and looking pointlessly around. The rest of the ride was void of conversation.