Greg was pretty excited, to say the least. He loved fighting people, even though he wasn’t too great at it, but he thought it was fun either way. After pulling on a t-shirt, then a sweatshirt, and a pair of baggy jeans, he headed out toward Stark’s Pond, deciding to walk rather than get a driver to take him there. It was nice out, anyway.
Once he arrived, he glanced around, not seeing Christophe anywhere. He checked his phone and decided to wait there for at least twenty more minutes, and if the brunet didn’t show up at all, then he’d leave. It was getting dark soon, and Greg didn’t exactly want to be outside alone at night in South Park. Who knows what the fuck could happen.
So, he sat on the little bench by the pond and waited, playing a little game on his phone to pass the time.