Marcus was restless, pacing back and forth as he repeatedly shook Javier and Elvis. "Javier, Elvis, wake up!" he shouted their names.

 

"I found them drunk at the club where I work," Bruno explained in a sympathetic voice, standing to his feet. "I had to drive them home myself because I couldn't afford to let them drive in a drunken state."

 

A wave of relief washed through Marcus's body, calming his nerves. He turned towards Bruno and stretched out his hand for a handshake, which Bruno gladly accepted.

 

"Thank you so much for bringing them home safely," Marcus said.

 

Bruno shook his head. "It's nothing, sir. I can do that...