WREN'S POV
BRENT and I stepped out of the bus that we rode on. It was now dark but the boat-shaped moon and the colorful, sparkling, bright stars above supplied the place with adequate light. A sufficient amount of light left our phones' flashlight unused.
We were going home late now because Charice, Brent, and I had been wandering and rambling around the city for almost three hours ago. Of course, that appended eating time. For me, I guess it would be perfectly called something like that if it was not devoid of food. When we were on the boulevard watching the sunset, it was one of the happiest moments that I had felt for the day with them. And I must admit to myself that I enjoyed being with their company. The feeling was way better than I had felt when I was with Mica and the rest of m
