Patricia and Angel idled on the side of the bridge, watching all types of vehicles drive past them. One might wonder whether they were counting how many cars had already passed or if they were just too mentally distracted to care.
"Hmm?" Angel raised his brows when he tried to finish the can of beer, only to realize it was already empty. He tapped it a few times, but all he got was a few drops.
He had only brought two cans of beer, knowing he still had to drive. He would've finished it earlier, but halfway through the can, he got lost in a short trip down memory lane.
Oh, well.
Angel glanced at Patricia, about to tell her they should head back. But before he could say a word, Patricia started talking.
'Great.' He rolled his eyes, tilting his head back until it bumped gently against the bridge's railing. 'Now it's time for the long story.'
