And I just stood there gaping at the empty road that echoed with the sound of his roaring bike. Enraged with extreme anger I took out my phone and booked a cab of the address that was written on the paper. After what felt like ten minutes a cab came and I reached the designated address.
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I found Hueson and his one leg leaning against a poster with a monotonous aspect. He was busy typing something on his phone whilst his other hand was holding a helmet.
Paying the cab with respective amount I walked towards him. As if sensing
my approach, he jerked his head in my direction with his phone still in his hand.
Licking his lips scrumptiously, he gave me a once over, then met my eyes.
"You didn't changed?" He asked creasing up his brow with what looked like amusement.
