You count to about 30 before you lose patience and drag the door open.
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Old! You're not old! Why would he think that? Is it the goatee? That Philistine! The goatee gives you an appearance fitting your noble- ah, unless he merely means relative to himself? It's two of your neighbors, both notably younger than you - most likely no older than 18.
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You notice a baseball bat in the hand of the farther one. The closer one has, tucked into his jeans, but over a white muscle shirt - clearly meant to be displayed - a Heckler & Koch USP, safetied. Not a cheap pistol. Rugged, reliable, fires 9x19 mm Parabellum rounds.
Well now.