Eric is at the mall with Iva in the afternoon. A man dressed in white, resembling the Hulk, walks toward them. He looks shady and has a scar beneath his lips. Iva and Eric turn around, but he blocks them.
"Have you seen this girl?" he asks, pulling out a picture of a girl. His gaze peered deep into their souls. Terrified, Iva clutches Eric's shirt and retracts.
"Do you know this girl?" the man asks in a brittle voice, glancing at Eric.
"No, I am not acquainted with her," replies Eric.
Iva grabs Eric and vanishes into thin air before the man has a chance to question them again. Iva does not even turn to face him, as though she is the person he is seeking. At last, Eric tells her to stop.
Iva looks around; she whispers breathing heavily that she's scared of such mobs. "God knows who he was and what he wanted," she said, explaining her brisk run.
Eric holds Iva and asks her to take a deep breath. He was just looking for someone.
"It does not matter what it is; it is not related to us," insists Eric. Iva nods and tells him to go get lunch so nothing more happens.
***
Peter has not spoken to Kinn yet, and it is almost three. Peter is trying to reach Kinn but he ain't answering his phone.
Actually, before Peter could get to Kinn, Allen warned him.
Peter chases after Kinn when he sees him heading toward the parking lot. Allen asks Kinn to run faster.
Peter finally catches up with him and asks, "What the hell are you playing?"
Gesturing to bring his car, Kinn gives Allen a quick peek. Allen honks at them to get in the car, and Peter begins babbling on about their genuine friendship.
Kinn tells Peter to stop talking. "All we were doing was teasing you. Allen warned me that you would land me in trouble, so I was just kidding around."
Allen gets a death stare from Peter. But before it turns into a catfight, Kinn agrees to help Peter. Peter lets out a happy scream.
"But not today," says Kinn, looking back at Peter. "There is a new restaurant in the area that Eric's friend is opening. I am heading there right now".
"It is alright, says Peter, I have texted Penne to tell her not to wait for us."
"You texted whom?" asks Allen.
"Penne".
"Who's she?" retorts Allen.
"The girl who asked for help".
"That girl is Renne," Allen answers. "He wants to help her and can not remember her name," Allen muttered, glancing at Kinn.
"Let me get down there," says Kinn.
"Don't forget. You have to help me," yells Peter from the car. Allen accelerates and does not let Peter speak anymore.