CAKE's Evidence
Nomy said and I pouted, dropping my arm.
“Kidding, son!” Pops exclaimed and enveloped me in a careful hug. “Oh, hey, there she is!” He pointed behind me.
I turned around and saw the Detective, wearing a plain sky blue shirt and jeans, walking towards us. “Have you waited long? I apologize—”
“No, no, no! It’s fine. Matt just arrived, too,” Nomy smiled.
“Good afternoon, Deuteronomy and Mr. Vargas,” she greeted.
“Mr. Vargas sounds too formal, Hibara. Call me Uncle Noah,” Pops replied.
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