“No,” he said immediately. “You move now. Or I call the police.”
The words hung there, heavy and absurd at the same time. For a second, I thought he was joking. But the way he stood—rigid, certain, already reaching for his phone—made it clear he wasn’t.
“You’re going to call the police… because of a shadow?” I asked.
“It’s about respect for property,” he replied coldly. “Something people like you don’t seem to understand.”
That part landed harder than the rest.