The Young Master

The crisp morning breeze swept loose leaves across the desolate sidewalk. Tate clutched his cheap leather briefcase to his chest, sinking onto the cold metal bench of the city bus stop. He kept his head down, waiting for his usual ride, unaware of the impending doom heading his way. His hands trembled from the chill in the air, his mind preoccupied with the secret tasks he had performed for Tessa.