After William Hale entered the kitchen, Zoe Bell also went in to help. Lucas Bell was somewhat psychologically troubled, especially when he was in an unfamiliar environment, he tended to get anxious. He instinctively wanted to take medication to alleviate it.
"I heard you're 19 too," Wyatt Hale said, tilting his head to look at him.
"Hmm."
"Then we are the same age. What month were you born?"
"October."
"I was born in May, making me older than you, you can call me 'bro'."
"..."
Lucas Bell did not want to.
But Wyatt Hale was a chatterbox, especially lately at his brother's place, without any peers around, it was almost suffocating for him.
Lucas Bell, however, became more and more anxious until he heard him say, "Don't believe what my brother says. He's just a big bad wolf, very wicked."
"You also think he's bad?" Lucas Bell turned to look at him.
Eye contact was made,
confirming they were kindred spirits.
