"What are you doing at my house?"
Rudy rubbed the back of his neck, looking incredibly nervous. "I actually wanted to talk to you earlier when we were in my car, but I couldn't say anything because your professor was sitting right next to you."
Solomon completely ignored the excuse. "How did you know where I live?"
Rudy blinked, slightly surprised by the aggressive question, but he answered honestly. "You are not exactly hard to find, Solomon. Your family's address is listed on your original guild application files, and it is on the precinct's residential registry."
Solomon crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you want?"
"I just want to talk," Rudy pleaded softly. He glanced around the quiet suburban street. "But this is not the right place for it. Is there a secluded spot nearby where we can go and talk privately?"
