The metal door creaks as he pushes it open. He gropes for the switch light on the wall and turns it on. Light flooded on the room showing disarray of sculpture in different completion.
He slowly and with familiarity dodge his way through to reach the end of the room. He switches another light to another room with a bed, sofa, and more clutters. It's been a while since he came in here. He should try to clean up and tidy the place later, he thought as he opened the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of beer. He opened the beer on the bottle opener stuck on the refrigerator door.
He shrugged off his jacket and brought the beer to the back of the room. A cat welcomed him in the dimly lit garden.
"Siopao, you're getting fatter," he said, patting the siamese cat that jumped quickly on his lap as he settled on one of the garden chairs.
"Wu Bin, is that you?" Bobby hears an old man's voice and the garden floods with light.
"Uncle, how are you?"
