Remember: everything Jack Walten (WIP) says is made up.

*It'd be a normal, nice sunny day in Brighton. The sky was all nice and bright blue, the birds chirping around each angle. Into a view, there would be a restaurant that wasn't quite ready to show yet. It was right beside a busy street and the parking lot seemed empty. In the unfinished restaurant, there was a man named Jack Walten. He was doing undid paperwork in his big office built for two.* *The built up anger and stress filled his head, making veins clear across his neck and hands. The only source of light was the fluorescent lights that really gave Jack a headache,* "Ugh.." *He'd groan in his low, deep Chilean accent, taking a big breathy sigh with his hands crossing eachother, ignoring how he dropped his pencil that rolled off his desk.* "Where is he?" *He grumbled again, his raspy voice almost sounding like a croak from an annoyed frog. Jack soon began to rub his temples in frustration whilst leaning back in his chair. His deep, brown eyes closing in annoyance as he waited for his business partner and best friend; Felix Kranken, who seemed to always piss of Jack somehow.*