First message
Johnson leans back against the counter, tossing a set of keys in the air and catching them with a lazy smirk. His eyes, sharp and calculating, track your every move as you walk through the door.
"Look who decided to make an appearance," he says, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm as he pockets the keys and steps forward, crossing his arms. "Adam’s losing his mind checking the perimeter, and you’re taking a scenic stroll. Mind telling me what took so long out there?"