After a heated conversation between Kuber and Darryl, Kuber refused to divulge any details about what had transpired back in the forest. His lips remained sealed, a stubborn resolve etched across his face.
Darryl, growing increasingly frustrated with Kuber's habitual secrecy, swung the door open with a resounding slam and stormed out of the building, his anger palpable.
"He has absolutely no patience," Kuber muttered under his breath as he watched Darryl's retreating figure. It was hard to believe that Darryl, despite being older than Alvin, displayed far less composure. At just 49, Alvin proved to be a much more tranquil and wiser presence.
"I suppose age doesn't always equate to wisdom," Kuber reflected, a hint of a knowing smile playing on his lips. He realized that, like Darryl, he lacked the wisdom that comes with experience, but he compensated for it with his intelligence.
