It was around nine in the evening, Stanley was in his grand living room, mesmerizing the glowing night sky with the bright city lights from his glass walls with a glass of wine in his hand. Lucas was on his soft long couch, waiting quietly, “We haven’t talked in a while”, he said to him,
“Because there is nothing to talk about”, Stanley spoke back to him,
“Then why did you suddenly call me here?”, Lucas asked,
“I want you to do something”, Stanley puts his drink down the counter and sat beside him,
“What is it this time?”, he sighed,
“Are you complaining already?”, Stanley’s brows furrowed, and moves his face closer and closer to him, “I only gave you one job, yet you received credits for me, so you better not complain”, he uttered while his lips were tightened,
“o..of..of cour
