A meeting with the underworld

I stare at the man across from me. It has been 5 years since I last saw Henry, but I could recognize those pale blue eyes anywhere. "Well, this is a surprise," he says, his voice warmer. I knew the coldness I had seen before wasn't an act; I had known his father was a powerful man not only in society, but also in the underworld. 

I stared at Henry, not with fear, but with admiration. He has lived up to his legacy, just like he said he would. " Why are you here, Wrin?" he asks, looking me up and down, "and why can't you wear something more discreet?" 

I saw the way he smiled, it has been years since I last saw that smile. "Well, it doesn't help when you get expelled, get your hideout almost exposed, and see your best friend all in the same day," I say, smiling. I watch as he gets up and walks over to the bar, "You drink?"

 He asks as he pulls out two whiskey glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He was wearing a suit that accentuated his already handsome body. His hair was styled, and he was handsome. I just- no, I will not think of him like that, he is my best friend, I will not think of him as something else.

 "Yeah, no ice in mine, and fill it up as much as you can, and give me a cigarettett," I say, looking at the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. His deep laugh filled the room, making it seem like we were two innocent citizens, and not two dangerous people who could make your life hell if we wanted to. 

Henry walks back over and sets down my whiskey and places the cigarette pack on top of my head, just like he would when we were kids, when he got me my orange juice from vending machines. I snatch it from my head and take one out and light it before taking a drag. 

I exhale, the smoke making a circle around my head that makes me look like an angel. “So you didn’t answer my question before, why are you here?” I let out a sigh. How can I explain that I need to know if he told anyone about me without breaking his trust?

 I need to be careful how I say it; if I don't, I may get stabbed. "Did you tell anyone about..." I say, trailing off as I see someone pass by the office, he wasn't dressed like a guard or a worker, so who is he? "Do you know who that is?" Henry asks, obviously, he doesn't know who that is, and that is bad, way too bad; he could be here to do a multitude of things, and none of them are good. 

Henry shakes me, which snaps me out of my trance. "I don't know who that is or what he wants, but it won't be good. Call your guards and have them hunt him down, now. I want to question him." I say, my voice taking on a more serious tone, It was rare, but I can be serious. "Did you tell anyone about me or what I did?" I ask, looking at Henry like one would look at a police man, a serious but cold look. I wasn't playing games anymore;  it was time to get serious.