Xiran was sitting in Rivan's office waiting for his friend to return from his meeting so both of them could go have lunch together. He mostly had at least one meal with Rivan so the loneliness in his heart would lessen a bit.
The door opened and Rivan entered seeming furious. His calm demeanour was not so calm at that moment. Xiran sensed his friend's agitation as Rivan briskly moved towards his desk. His jaw was tightly set.
"What's wrong?" Xiran perplexedly asked, his eyes following his friend who had settled down in his chair and clasped his hands in front and rested his chin on it.
