Arthur’s POV
Rod clicked his glass with my teammates. “We are back in the game, baby,” Ian cheered, chugging down his drink.
“I knew this wouldn’t last long. Arthur always has it under control,” Ben commented, clicking his glasses with the others.
I twirled my glass, my gaze afar, completely uninterested in their happiness. “Arthur?” Rod leaned towards me. “You okay?”
I hummed, bringing my glass to my lips. “Don’t be so gloomy. It’s not like you met her,” Rod nudged my side.
“Yeah, dude. Only a video call and you are this gloomy. Is she that bad looking?” Ian laughed, and the others followed.
I placed my glass down, excusing myself from the group. I needed some air. Walking over to the balcony, I leaned on the railing, watching the patrons of the mall. We were in the restaurant secti
