Going upstairs, Alex turned right and knocked on the first door he came across.
"Daniel, I'm here," he said while knocking.
"The door's not locked. You can come in," a deep voice came from inside the door. Daniel liked to smoke a lot. He would smoke anywhere between 1 to 3 packs of cigarettes in a day, hence the deep voice.
Hearing the words spoken by Daniel from inside the room, Alex no longer hesitated. He turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping inside.
Inside the room was a 15-year-old teenager who looked 2 to 3 years older than Alex.
The teenager was Daniel. He was sitting on the bed cross-legged and smoking. He had an air of maturity about him, with a rugged demeanor that made him seem more experienced and worldly than his age or appearance would suggest.
