Ryan's body froze, lips touching the body of the glass. A droop of sweat dwelled up on Ryan's forehead as he looked at the boy from his side-eye.
He then turned his head slightly, keeping his tone even, his voice came low. "What do you mean, man? I don't know what you're talking about," Ryan took a small pause as he placed the glass on the counter. "Wrong guy, eh?"
The boy's smile widened as he placed his hand on Ryan's shoulder—a friendly gesture that didn't even feel friendly at all. "Don't worry about it, mate," he said. "You'll get to know about it real soon."
Then his fist tightened, and before Ryan could even think—
BAM!
The boy's punch came out of nowhere. Ryan jerked left, barely dodging it. The fist cut through the air, grazing his hoodie. Instinct took over. Ryan grabbed the glass of Coke and swung it toward the guy's head.
The boy ducked and countered instantly — his foot slammed into Ryan's gut.
THUD!
