(From Blue's Perspective)
"Who was that man?" Cyan asked as we got out of the taxi. He tried to hand the fare to the driver, but he did not accept it. Rather, he told me to live well and left.
"An old man."
"I can see that," he scoffed.
"His name is Joseph," I said. "He used to live near us."
"You give very less information, you know that?"
"Is that a compliment?"
"You damn well know it's not!"
"So, this is the hotel… Buy why is Max looking for me out of nowhere? Or, has he been looking for me the whole time?"
"Go and ask him that yourself," he shrugged.
I entered the hotel lobby with Cyan. The receptionist eyed me up and down and smiled. "Are you here for a room or two?" she asked.
"I am here to look for someone," I replied.
"What is that person's name and room number?"
