Meeting The Grandpa

As soon as he entered the condo, he felt a presence. It was weird because he was always the only one in the condo except when his friend, Mike, came over. But he was not even in the city at that moment.

He came to the living room and saw who was there.

“Grandpa?” He asked with surprise. How did he get there? He did not give him the keys to his condo.

He looked as good as ever. Even his grey hair and wrinkles could not hide the fact that he was handsome. He also exercised daily. That was how he managed himself. Otherwise, why a seventy-two years old man would be that good-looking?

It was late at night. He went to the club after dropping Olivia off. He wanted to be alone and think about what to do. It was strange how one would find comfort and alone time in a bar or club when the drinking and dancing bodies coupled with loud music would provide the opposite environment. Talk about irony!

“Thomas, sit.” He told him briefly having a grim expression on his face.

“How did you get here?