Trey nodded at Synthia's response then took his leave heading towards to door. He had some things at his place that he wanted to pack just in case something happens and they get stuck somewhere. As he exited he saw Roxy conversing with a man who was dressed in white, it was an obnoxious white among the light of the sun and gray backdrop of concrete buildings. He could see that Roxy really didn't or wasn't wanting to talk to him. So instead of making his way o his apartment he stood beside the door to the bar and casually smoked his cigarette.