I woke up from my nap when I heard a car approaching us with its blaring horn and dazzling headlights, which were so bright that Jax and I couldn't see properly at the time. I was still on his back as he came to a halt in his stride. As we saw the car stopped near to us, we both tried to shield our eyes with our hands against the dazzling headlights. A man dressed in a black sweatshirt with three white stripes on the sleeves and a black basketball shorts with three white stripes on the sides as well, both paired with medium-length socks and sneakers, came out from the black Camry car.
“Eliah!” Someone called as he quickly shut the door of the car and walked in our direction.
“Who is that?” I asked Jax.
“I don't know, you were the one who was called,” he responded as he immediately tur
