Saturday night has come to an end and Sunday morning came. Bill did not have a nice sleep. In fact, he barely slept. His brain wouldn’t let him sleep as he overthink things between him and his best friend. He was thinking what Ian’s words meant. Or was it just him who didn't understand? They were best of friends for over twenty years now, yet all those years, he thought he already knew Ian well. But it turns out that he didn’t. All he knew was that Ian was thinking of a problem. A problem Bill doesn’t know what.
And the start of this Sunday morning felt so different for Bill. He could feel how the atmosphere changed. It’s not like their usual weekend. In addition, he was surprised that Ian was already out of his room early in the morning. This is kind of weird for Bill, especially that he
