Michael got down from the taxi he had taken back home, the video replaying on his phone for the third time. He was trying to understand clearly if their words held other meanings.
'It's just a few minutes now. Two minutes?'
They were close to midnight and yet Noah had still not responded.
Did something happen to him? He did not want to think like that and stay positive, but his head was a mess; his heart was also in a frenzy.
He wanted to see Noah and talk to him. He wanted to understand if this was just fabricated stuff to make him hate Noah, who was still innocently oblivious.
But then, another car pulled up in front of him. It looked like an expensive car. He held no interest and simply planned to walk past, heading in, but then the door opened, and from inside emerged Noah with a big white box in his hand. It looked like a cake box.
He shut the door and turned to the driver.
"Sebastian, did you get what I asked you to get?"
