“Where’s this mysterious guy?” Jachin asks, a puzzled look appearing on his face as he peers at me through the screen.
I’m perched on the rooftop with my laptop, engrossed in a conversation with my best friend. “I don’t know; he hasn’t messaged me yet. I’ve been trying to catch him on AOD all day, but he’s never online. And strangely, his AOD account isn’t linked to Socialbook, so I find it hard to track him.”
“It’s impossible for a man not to show interest in Queen Alice,” he asserts with confidence. “We know that for a fact.”
“The same goes for Leslie Miller,” I sigh, my fingers dancing across the table as I peek at my phone once more for any sign of him. Nothing. Maybe he’s busy with school, but it’s already seven, and school is virtual, so he should have had time for at least one ga
