It was Friday. He left the cafe because he couldn't stay there all day. He would need to do something until the evening party. The First
Friday
party.
There was nothing else he wanted to do. Just wanted the time to pass. So he put on some music and drove around the highways. Once in a while he'd check his phone to see if Aaron had responded. Nothing. Weird. He usually would reply. Something like "I don't got time tonight." at the least.
Then he remembered. Aaron swearing about something on the phone call. A knock on the door. Probably nothing, Alan thought. But then again...
His imagination was getting the best of him. He wanted evening to be here. He'd probably have to eat dinner before heading to the cafe. Yes he'd do that. His mom called.