@temperheld continued from x
It was sheer chance that he had noticed the flash of headlights through the blinds in the front dining room, eyes tracking it quietly. Cars in the driveway of his estate was especially rare. Very, very rare. Gregory slowly puts down his book and waits, listening to the sound of the downpour outside but there is no reappearance of the lights, signaling that the person was not turning around or lost.
But there wasn’t a knock at the door in the several minutes that passed.
A sigh leaves full lips and he stands, moving to the front door while grabbing an umbrella. A quick few motions and he’s soon outside, the umbrella open over him and his feet rapidly taking him in the direction of the driveway. What he finds is a prius, definitely not a car of his or any of the associates he usually dealt with. It’s only when he gets close that he discovers who the occupant is: Kyle Broflovski.
Likely he had pulled over because it was raining way too hard to be safe for driving. Admirable but the stuff didn’t look like it would be letting up for hours. Lips pulled into a thin line, he brings up one gloved hand and knocks on the glass of the driver side window.
