(Note: Please don't take this too seriously. This can be considered a filler chap and will not, in any way, affect the progress of the story.)
["Where are you?"]
In the middle of a busy street, one man stood tall with a phone on his hand. His hair swayed gently along with the soft blow of the wind.
It was a cold yet lively night.
The brightly lit streets were filled with different people, a businessman going home from work, a teacher walking around with books on her hand, groups of young people hanging out and even suspicious looking people walking around.
But amidst all those people, the man who's just standing nonchalantly in the middle of the street stood up the most.
With a brown overcoat jacket worn over his white turtleneck shirt, paired with a pair of brown trousers, Hayden was catching all the eyes and attention of the passing people.