Leandre gazed at the snarky reply, his eyes unblinking as if the verbal punchers were directing at him. The memory of mobile snatching and demanding 6000 Euros from the little girl came rushing back. Is it her? Without a moment's hesitation, Leandre feverishly typed out another message rife with suspicion and desperation. [Enforcers: There must be a reason for his act of snatching your mobile. Have you, in any way, offence him?]
Leandre's nerves were on edge as he waited with bated breath for a response. His gaze was fixated on the screen, his fingers restless as they repeatedly unlocked his mobile, checking for any new notifications. Then, finally, a piercing ding filled the silence, and Leandre's heart skipped a beat. He opened the message, devouring each word.
