The fluorescent lights of the arcade flickered above Hugo's head as he paced back and forth like a man waiting for his lottery results, but he didn't even notice.
His brows were knitted together, his hands flailing every now and then as if the movement would somehow summon Lily and Tily out of thin air.
His shoes squeaked against the polished floor with every step, adding to the already chaotic ambiance of gaming machines and excited chatter.
He was panicking. Seriously.
Collins, leaning against a claw machine with his arms folded, tilted his head to one side, watching Hugo with growing concern. He e looked completely relaxed.
The kind of calm that came from countless similar encounters.
"Hugo, you've got to calm down, man. You're pacing like a dad waiting for news about his kid's surgery."
"Calm down?" Hugo snapped, spinning to face him. "How can I calm down, Collins?! They're late! Super late! Like, what if they're not coming?
