"Wow, Huzey you are a poet now?" Ziggy raised a brow at the sight of the two. Unknown to them, he was back few minutes ago and had been eavesdropping at their recent conversation.
Ziggy's suspicious eyes travelled from Huzey to Xhemin as he stood near the door, holding a big box in his hand.
"What did I miss aside from your poetry?" he glanced upon the prince as he advanced toward them.
"nothing really" Huzey just shook his head at him, with nothing to add and retreated to where he previously sat to finish his book.
Ziggy narrowed his grey eyes at him, taking in the prince's expression but the latter gave him nothing but a blank face. Later, he rolled his eyes at him and turn to face Xhemin, who just gave him a shrug.
"here!" He threw off the box that he was holding to the girl.
The box was big and as Ziggy's action caught Xhemin unprepared, it almost fell on the floor.
"What is this?" Surprised, the girl asked as she struggled to balance off the box.
