THIRD PERSON’S P.O.V.
As a car passed on the sign at the road that says “Sotori City”, it started slowing down and parked to the side of the road.
Darren looked out of the window and raised his head to look at the sky while the moon went deeper of the night. He then took out his phone and dialed Keith’s number.
He was actually on his way to the city mall fifteen minutes before 6 to wait for Keith, an hour before their meet-up at 7 for a dinner. An hour to pay a visit at the jewelry store and buy Keith a necklace. Her collarbone has always been seeking his attention even from a far. The perfect line of her collarbone, and the black mole on her neck, was as if calling jewelries to tie it with them.
He had only pulled the car over on the parking lot and unbuckled his seatbelt, on his way
