Tomas's POV
"You have finally arrived! Come on! Have a seat!" Vincent said to me, pointing to the seat in front of him.
I feel like strangling him right now, but with great effort, I manage to contain my anger and sit with him.
People around watch us, but I stop caring in an instant and focus on Vincent.
"Why did you take so long?" Vincent asked me while looking at me.
"You're lucky I showed up," I replied, frowning.
"Come on, don't be like that with me," Vincent says, giving me those puppy-dog eyes, or at least trying to.
"Get to the point, Vincent. Why did you want us to meet?" I asked him.
"Do I need a reason for us to meet as friends?" he asks.
"Vincent."
"Okay, okay, no need to be so serious," he says.
"Speak already," I said sharply.
:Okay, listen carefully, because what
