The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air and it made my mouth water as I stroll in the kitchen. Dylan was an early jerk− bird, so he was probably at his office right now, Mel was nowhere in sight and the security team seemed invisible. I sighed again. The silence of the condo was deafening so I turned the TV on, and Ed Sheeran's Sing disrupted the silence.
It's late in the evening, glass on the side, I've been sat with you, for most of the night. Ignoring everybody else, we wish they would disappear...
I absentmindedly went with the song as I stuffed the pancake on my mouth when my phone rang. My eyes widened when I saw Dylan's name on the caller I.D. He never called me before, just text me every time.
"Hello?" I said through mouthful of pancakes.
"Ron, what time are you meeting
