"Be right back."Williamson would nod to her and give her his classic charming smile, absentmindedly placing his left hand over where his concealed carry was holstered.
//assuming I'm in street clothes
*He sees him asleep on a couch with a box next to him. On top, there's a stamp with a hat on it, identical to the one he earned a million bucks for.*"Alright, I guess I'll go say 'hi' then."
*Williamson would sadly leave his hat on the table and would make his way to the back to confront the kid, slowly opening the door, one hand on his cc*