"Good afternoon! Here!" A young man in his early twenties with short dark brown hair and pale blue eyes carried a basket of peaches as he stood awkwardly at the gate.
"Micheal, nice to see you." How did they get here? It was best not to ask Zane cause he had no idea. They had been chatting and he had gotten carried away, he had lots of friends but Zane did not have any that were so crazy about Alchemy.
What had been an ordinary chat had turned into him bragging a bit about his new distillation equipment and mentioning the potion that he was working on and Micheal immediately said that he was on his way.
Zane had been so shocked that he placed down the spoon and reread the text. Three minutes later, another text had come in to ask for directions, the semantics of the text had made Zane to laugh as he could imagine what Micheal was going through.
He had texted Phoenix to share the story with him.
"He would probably bring some fruit or snacks."
