When Conrad opened the door and stepped in, his eyes searched the room. It didn't take long before he spotted someone sitting on the windowsill. The person had his feet up on the windowsill while his other foot was on the floor to watch his weight. The man had a stick of lit cigarette in between his lips, blowing the smoke outside the open window.
"Isn't that dangerous?" asked Conrad when the man didn't move after several seconds of Conrad and Maxen's arrival. "I heard you have many enemies. Idling there makes you a perfect target."
The man by the window arched a brow before turning his head in Conrad's direction. His lips turned up into a smirk, eyes glinting in delight.
"Haha! Conrad, nice to see you again!" the man welcomed, retrieving his foot from the windowsill down. He casually stood, pushing himself from the window after throwing the cigarette out of it. "How can you still be that strange even after decades?"
