Kris drove his red car at high speed, cutting through the busy streets this afternoon. A white t-shirt and black leather jacket wrapped around his muscular body, and a pair of sunglasses perched over his Greek nose.
Kevin was sitting quietly next to him. His appearance was a hundred and eighty degrees different from Kris. The young scientist looked so humble in the white t-shirt and grey cardigan that he had been wearing since this morning.
Kris had asked him to change his clothes, but Kevin refused. The only thing he did was remove the bandages because the wound on his head had miraculously healed without leaving a trace. The oddity certainly made the scientist wonder in his heart.
