When he opened the door, Ezra was surprised to see Raphael still wearing their school basketball team jersey.
Oh, right. Today is the inter-school basketball competition in town. I'm an idiot, how could I forget?
'What's wrong? Is something happened? Are you okay?' Raphael held his arms tightly, his worried eyes scanning Ezra from top to bottom, looking exceptionally concerned, which puzzled him because this was such extreme reaction. Ezra looked behind the man, and there was no sight of a car or bike, so most likely—
'Did you run all the way from the basketball court where the competition is held to my house? Raphael, you're crazy. It's quite far.'
'Answer me, are you okay? Why did you suddenly call me? You don't usually call.'
He was clearly out of breath.
This guy, he could have called me back without having to come here. He's not even an idiot, so why didn't he think to do that instead of going through the trouble of running here?
