Aiden pressed the doorbell and waited for Roger to open it. He tapped the floor with his shoe, patiently waiting for Roger to open the door. He again pressed the doorbell, wondering if everything was fine with him.
Finally, the door opened and Roger showed himself to him. Rubbing his eyes, he ran his fingers through his hair. "Aiden, I was sleeping," he murmured and leaned against the wall, gesturing to him to come inside.
"What's wrong with your hand? Did you hurt yourself?" Aiden asked with a worried gaze as he stepped in.
"Ahh, no. I was picking up a broken glass and ended up wounding my hand. Don't worry about it," Roger said and closed the door behind him. He asked Aiden to sit on the couch and asked him if he would like to drink water.
"No. You just woke up, so you should freshen up. Let's go outside later in the evening for some fun. Demitri will join us too. As for Zayne, he is busy with Jane," Aiden stated with a smirk.
