“It’s past five. Where are you? Don’t you know I’m busy?”
“Saw you. Turn around,” a man’s voice through call answered. “And what? Busy? Aside from sketching, drawing, and all, what more that makes you busy? You don’t even have a girlfriend to—”
“Is that how you say thank you, Gon?” Damek snarled through his phone as he turned to his back only to see his friend walking towards him, waving his hands. Damek almost rolled his eyes because of the sight of him.
He ended the call the moment Gon drew near him. They were alike at being a tease, but Damek wasn’t really in a mood to get back at his friend.
“Why are you so cranky today, Grandpa?” Gon chuckled, staring at Damek on his creased forehead.
“Grandpa your face! Here,” Damek said as he handed over the lipstick he bought—that Jayda bought
