"Uhhh..." William tried to recover from his surprise. Just how many people were walking around this area? "Change?" He repeated blankly. "Oh! Umm—"
[This man is intoxicated. I can smell him from here. Let's go.]
"Maybe he knows—" William stopped himself, realizing he was responding to something in his head. He quickly addressed the man. "Maybe you know someone by the name of Mitch?"
"Mitch?" The man stared at William, still just peeking from around the brick corner, only his shoulder in an aged red T-shirt not hidden from view. "Why're you lookin' fer a Mitch?"
The slur in his words was now evident and William wondered if Anthony might be right.
Still, he wasn't ready to give up quite yet.
"Are you familiar with this area, Mr...?"
"I'm no Mister, I'm a Monsieur!" The man bu
