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Meet me Halfway(chapter 30) “What do you mean leave?” Rhoda asked Callum in disbelief and he turned toward her in frustration, “You want to go to jail?” He asked bordering close to hysterics. He was so close to jail once, and there he was, teetering close to that point once again and it was not sitting well with him. “No one’s going to Jail, Callum. I’ll go see the sheriff as he requested, and that will be the end of it. You worry for too much, Callum puff.” She walked to where he sat on the bed, and sat beside him, linking their fingers.

Just as long as they don't hit the right chords, I'd be fine; ecstatic even. But then again, too much won't be good, and I have proof of that. My Aunt decided to set me up with Matt. And Allen, the ever generous alien, had called the person mentioned immediately, telling him that the gang planned to meet at Bob's Café in Lacson Street by four in the afternoon. So basically, despite my outward protest and insistence that I couldn't meet up with him, I had no other choice. At precisely 4, I was fairly seated outside Bob's Café, defying my Aunt's insistence that I should stay inside to not ruin my powder-y face with sweat.

‎Under the image, a message: ‎Meet us by 4 at Lincoln Highway, Street 5. ‎ ‎

Settled somewhere deep in my bones like it intended to stay. “I’m going to meet them,” I said. Max opened his mouth. “With you,” I added before he could argue. “Nearby. Not in the room but nearby.” He closed his mouth again and considered it. “Where are they asking you to go?” I typed the question. The response came quickly this time. An address. A coffee shop in Midtown. Tomorrow at noon. Public place. Daytime. I showed Max the screen. He studied it. “Could be genuine.”

The way he pulls them out almost looks random. “Feel free to read over these, if you get the chance. Freshen up. You’re going to meet me on the curb at 10:45 sharp so we don’t keep the driver waiting.” He steeples his hands on the desk in front of him, a clear sign that the meeting is over.

“Seems easy enough.” I was hoping to see you. Maybe we could redo the coffee thing? he replied. I'm sure we can. Meet you there in a half hour? See you then. “I'm meeting him at Starbucks in a half hour,” I announced. “I'm coming!” Maggie capped the pen and grinned. “Doesn't that defy the date thing?” Leila raised an eyebrow. “No.” “How doesn't it?”

I reached out, picked it up, and carefully unfolded it. The handwriting was rough and hurried, like whoever wrote it was in a rush. My eyes widened as I read the words aloud in a shaky whisper, ”Meet me at mount sile tomorrow by 6pm in the evening. I know your true identity. I’ll tell you everything. Come alone.““Meetm me at Mount Sile by 6 p.m. tomorrow evening. I know your true identity. I’ll tell you My hand flew to my mouth, and I let out a gasp. My heart started to race so fast that I could hear it pounding in my ears.

That made him smile and jump twice and drop the pen that he was holding. “So, where can I pick you?” He asked. Asking for my address. “No, you don’t have to”, I answered because I didn’t want him to go to the house. “I have a car. Let’s meet maybe halfway in the Blue avenue at seven o’clock p.m.” I told him “Yes, yes,” He said; he sounded excited about what he heard. “I will meet you later at seven o’clock p.m. in Blue avenue.” He repeated with a smile.

I don't even understand half of the things myself. ╭───────────────╮ Bianca: ANGIE!! ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ You: Fine, send me the address and I'll meet you there. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Bianca: Paulie's café, 9 a.m. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ You: Done ╰───────────────╯

“He had lots of explaining to do.” “He does,” I simply answered and then ended the call. Mikan's getting married? With who? The last time I saw him was three years ago. Mikan's my best friend by the way. Seriously that guy, I wonder what he's up to. A few seconds later after the call, someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” I said. “Mr. Smith, you have mail,” my secretary said as she handed me the envelope. “Thank you, you may leave.” I gestured for her to leave my office. I stared at the envelope for a moment. It was a wedding invitation of Mikan Grey and Hailey Green, “Hailey Greene?!” I exclaimed in disbelief. Mikan is marrying Hailey? What is this? A joke?