Have Fun

Two hours and a couple of minutes later, we found ourselves at Richard's holiday home in Manchester after much deliberation. It was a much better idea than shuttling between London and Manchester and staying at the hotel with less privacy according to Ian. It was even more advantageous because of its closeness to the filming site.

Richard walked into the living room having changed from his outfit. He exhaled and tiredly dropped himself on the couch, stretching his limbs.

"Hah! It feels so good to be home." He sighed. "I don't think I remember the last time I was here."

"Mhmn," I raised a brow at his comment, looking up from my phone. "It feels good to be home but you don't remember the last time you were here. That sounds contradicting."

He gave a sideway glance and responded with a smile.

"That would be because," Adrian cut in, shutting the refrigerator door and walked into the living space with three cans of beer. "This," he said, gesturing at the room, "isn't his actual home."

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