Logan sat in the small cafe sipping on a passion fruit tea. His friend Jack had recommended it. Wasn't too bad actually.
"Logan, Logan, Logan..." A robust man sighed as he placed himself in the seat across from the dark haired boy.
"Marky, Marky, Marky..." Logan murmured with a wry smile. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" Logan rolled his eyes looked over at the man he had just not only pissed off by kicking two of his cronies off but owed a lot of money to.
"You owe me a lot of money you know that right?" Logan frowned as his grip on his cup tightened.
"My parents owe you money. I don't owe you shit."
"Is that so? What about those nights you had no where to go, nothing to eat? Did you forget them so easily my boy?" Logan's glare only intensified. "You owe me your life. So either give me my money now, or get to work." Logan clenched his jaw to keep from saying something he'd regret. "Good choice." Mark slid over a brown paper bag and stood. "I'll be picking up my cut tomorrow. Good luck with sales." Mark snickered as he left a very angry Logan alone.
"Fucking dick." Logan snatched the bag off the table and tossed his drink before heading off.