Yes

You tap him on the shoulder, giving it a little shake. Suddenly, his arm whips up and grabs your wrist. The man springs up and looks you in the eye, his sunglasses having fallen to the tip of his nose.

"What the fuck is your problem. Can't a fucker get a moment's rest." The man said, his muscular hand still tight around your hand.

"I... I was just..."

"You weren't minding your own god damn business that's what." The man said yanking your wrist towards him. You stumble as he pulls your face closer to his. "Don't you fucking dare think about doing anything like that ever again." You could feel his breath on you. It was heavy, smelling of smoke.

"Dimitri" You hear a woman's voice shout, "Let the poor man go." The man or Dimitri let go of you and you turn to see the source of the woman's voice. She was a curvy woman with a pin-drop nose. She was holding two hot dogs and she puts them on the chair next to Dimitri.

"I'm sorry, my husband can be a little bullheaded, but I swear he's better when he's been fed." She turns to Dimitri. "Aren't I right, is my little booboo hungry."

"Shut up Rose." Dimitri huffed, but his growling stomach told another story. He crossed his arms like a child

"Shut up. Fine." Rose turned back to you. "You wanna hot dog? Apparently, my husband doesn't want his anymore."

"Rose come on..." Dimitri said, but Rose picks up the hot dog and is handing it to you.