"I would rather prefer to talk over coffee, My lord"
The last two words were uttered with deep disrespect, flushing it in fury which went unnoticed. Emmanuel wasn't expecting him, neither was he waiting for him though he knew this wasn't a pure coming back. It was what is called, 'mere running away to which the latter had no idea bout. The heavy man was ecstatic, hopeful, and of course stinky. The white clothes are shown on his body, making every assumption clear.
"Coffee? It's been days...days since I drank one, Emmanuel"
He wasn't mighty, neither was he proud like he used to be. The change was rather flustering but Emmanuel knew how prison could change a person. So he returned the embrace which his friend gave him. His once boss now remained standing before, like a puppy happy to be b
