"Here is my number, Call me when you have an answer."
Delaroy took the paper which had the number in it and looked at it very deeply. Both Delaroy and Buffalo had different thoughts as they looked at the number.
Delaroy thought, 'Hmm… Maybe just maybe I should at least give this some time and maybe… think about retiring.'
While Buffalo thought, 'Who the hell uses paper to write anymore.'
'Even more… Where the f*ck did he even find paper? Wasn't this method extinct like a long time ago!!'
William saw that both of them were engrossed in their own thoughts so he thought it would be best to leave them.
He got up from his chair as he said to Delaroy, "I see that you have much to think about so why don't I leave you for the time being."
"I already gave you my number, so call me whenever you're ready to give me your answer."
Delaroy also got up from his chair as he put his hands forward which William took and they both shook their hands.
