The sun’s warmth graced me, but I blocked out its light, though I squinted at it. “It’s a good day.”
“It is,” John answered. We came to a crossroads, but John made a right turn. It was in the opposite direction of our home.
“I thought we’re going home.” I started to panic. All I wanted to do then was to find out what happened in the basement.
“No, no, no.” John didn’t even look at me. “It’s a good day, and the good news won’t stop coming. Next stop, here we come.” He blabbed about his plan, but I didn’t get a word of it.
I frowned, but there was nothing I could do. All I could do was go with the flow.
Trips were fun, but not when I was in a hurry. What a waste of time. I called Ashton.
It beeped, but then the call was hung up. Maybe it wasn’t a good time. I stared at the call record for a few moments before texting him: Call me when you’re done. It’s urgent.
Ashton didn’t reply, much to my worry. Then John came to the airport. Alright, that was odd, so I didn’t budge.
John only noticed my absence when he was about to enter the airport. Then he shrugged. “What are you doing? The plane’s landing soon.” He gave me a weird look.
I crossed my arms, annoyed and refusing to cooperate. “You’re getting in the way of a crucial matter, John. This person better be important, or you’re going to get it.”
John chuckled and came back to push me into the airport. “I’ve always delivered, haven’t I?”
My patience ran out after fifteen minutes of waiting. I pointed at the time on my phone, shoving it in his face. “It’s almost one. Who are we waiting for, exactly?”
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