“What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have walls to be spray painting or something?” He asked, eyeing the teen.
“Spray painting? That’s low even for me” George shrugged him off
“It’s a free country and a free corner”

He huffed. “Can’t you loiter away from the hospital? Go hang around Gold’s shop.”
“So far only you’re complaining, the patients seem fine” “I’m just here, existing. You can’t blame me for that can you?”
“What makes you think I wont kick you out of here?” He raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sure your presence is upsetting...