"What was that about?"
"Nothing, I was just talking to her," Ivan answered.
Raising his brows, Jason remarked in bewilderment. "Woah, you were not surprised?"
"Surprised by what? Your face?"
"No, my sudden appearance." When Ivan gave him a weird look, he explained, "I mean, usually when I appear in front of you out of nowhere, you gasp and then scold me for not using the door but today—"
Giving him a weird look, Ivan frowned, "Jason did you drink or smoke something inappropriate? Why would I be surprised or gasp when I saw you entering through that window."
Widening his eyes in shock, Jason gulped, "You—what?"
"What?" he frowned.
Contemplating for a while, he shook his head. "Nothing—so why was Cynthia here?"
"She was here to take Dylon and Rylon." Pausing for a while, he asked, "Don't you think Cynthia is a bit weird?"
"Who is not? Everyone is weird," Jason chuckled.
"Cynthia is a bit more weird."
