As Timothy made his way back, he noticed a familiar car pulling up to the curb. It was Hall, Vincent's old friend. “Look who we have here” he muttered in his car, across the street.
Hall stepped out after opening the doors and approached Vincent, who was clearly drunk and wasted, barely able to stand on his own.
"Come on, Vincent, let's get you home," Hall said, supporting Vincent as he guided him to the car.
Vincent mumbled something that Hall didn’t understand, his eyes glazed over. Hall sighed, opening the car door and helping Vincent into the passenger seat. "You really need to take it easy, man," Hall muttered as he buckled Vincent in.
As Hall drove off with Vincent, Timothy's phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at it and saw it was from Isabella, she was thanking him for look
