Lawrence had begun casually strolling in the direction that Talia had pointed him, looking for one of the Calloway brothers. Seeing as how 'Clint' was apparently that loudmouth with the megaphone surrounded by a crowd of football players, Lawrence was quietly hoping that Cassidy would be somewhat more... pleasant. Or at least quieter.
Please, God, let him be quieter.

As his gaze shifted around the spacious room, it settled on a young man at a lunch table. He looked back to the incessantly loud buffoon.

There was a resemblance.
This must be Cassidy.

Lawrence positioned himself just off to his side and softly cleared his throat.