"Hey, uh, bro. What's in the box?"
The grizzled man turned lowly, shifting the box slightly on his knee as he did so, to fix the speaker with a bright blue eye. The other eye-socket was covered by a surprisingly posh looking eyepatch. A grumbling mutter with the timbre of an imprecation bubbled forth from the scraggly beard.
The curious man moved a bit closer, uncowed. "Look you look pretty hungry, I'll give you five bucks to show me what's in the box?"
Silence.
"Ten?"
A subtle change of posture, nothing more.
"Twenty? Look man, that's good money-"
Suddenly the man reared forward and spit, mostly on the solicitor's shiny shoes. This elicited little response.
"Wow man, it must be something pretty snazzy in that box."
The bearded man turned away a bit, but nodded his head slightly.
The younger man walked away, his curiosity unsated. He'd always wonder what was in the box.
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