Waiting by the railing at night, Ldxv keeps glancing down the street and itching to get off

Ldxv stands behind a metal railing on a dark sidewalk at night, his black and white color-blocked jacket zipped up against the chill. His tattooed hands stay crossed over his grey jeans while his eyes flick up and down the empty street, restless and impatient. Subtitles volley back and forth about a meet-up and whatever he is hiding below, and his jaw tightens as the waiting drags on.