WHOOSH...
RUSTLE...
Under the sun, the treetops lining the river swayed in the wind, their leaves brushing against each other with a soft rustle.
A man, about five-foot-nine, with a gold stud in his ear, a white T-shirt, and blue jeans, had his hands stuffed in his pockets as he kicked a small pebble on the ground.
PLOP.
The pebble flew through the air and landed in the river with a small splash.
The man with the gold stud tore his gaze from the river's surface and turned to his companion.
"According to the schedule, wasn't that guy supposed to be here by now? He's still not here. You don't think something happened to him, do you?"
The one he asked was a tall man, at least six-foot-three, wearing sunglasses and dark green casual clothes.
"Don't be so anxious. Just be patient. If something happened to him, we would've heard about it already," the man in sunglasses said with a yawn, his tone relaxed.
