That afternoon, Devon knocked on the front door and the person who opened up for him was Mark, who had dark eyebags underneath his eyes. He looked like he stayed up the whole night fighting monsters but no, he wouldn't look so worn out if it was just monsters he was fighting.
He looked exhausted, mentally.
Then, was he thinking the whole night? Did it have anything to do with the words he told him? The one about liking Alice?
His thoughts were interrupted when Mark asked with a grumpy tone,
"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" He asked but Devon shook his head and said,
"It's actually afternoon right now." But Mark didn't care if it was morning, noon, or evening, he just wanted to close the door and get back to the kitchen. "Never mind." He cleared his throat. "I was sent by the Chairman to pick Alice up. They'll be having dinner together tonight."
Mark's grumpy expression slightly fell as he looked at Devon, surprised.
