"Are you okay?" Harry asked, looking at Tom as though he was doubting his sanity.
"Never felt better," Tom said with a grin as he stood up from his seat and walked over to the window to admire the beautiful view of the sea beyond.
"Why do I find that so difficult to believe? You have been acting so out of character that I'm beginning to wonder if I need to call you a doctor," Harry said, making Tom's smile widen even more as he turned to look at his friend.
"I have, haven't I?"
"Come on Tom! This isn't you. What are you doing? Why are you doing all this? First, it was wanting to become a driver and own a small-town apartment. Next, it was talking about changing your looks, which I'm glad you didn't..."
"Haven't, not didn't. I am getting it done today. I just need to take care of something first," Tom corrected.
