Sunset Sailors

How did William get Garrett inside that car without a fight, anyway?

What made Garrett want to follow him?
...

Garrett blinked. His brown gaze trailed from the black boots and up a pair of dark purple socks, then gray slacks. The pants melded into the folds of a black hoodie, and Garrett's eyes finally settled on a man's face peeking from a dark halo of black fabric. He looked a bit like Garrett's dad: all sharp, strong angles curving his features with wrinkles starting to form around his eyes, and a smile splitting his face in two. A full brown beard sprouted from the man's chin, and golden glasses sat perfectly balanced on the bridge of his nose, where bright summer light danced merrily off the twin lenses despite the hood darkening his face in swathes of shadow.