Fred started to scratch the back of his neck playfully.

"Who is he?" Jayda re-questioned.

"Roland happens to be a childhood friend of Jeremy and me." He conceded.

"R-really?" She stuttered and another round of tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"Please don't cry." He cupped her face and used his thumbs to wipe her cheeks.

"I'll call him right now, okay?" He smiled.

He reached for his phone in his pockets but it wasn't there. He then remembered that he had frustratedly thrown his phone on the three-seater couch.

"What?" She noticed his uneasiness.

"Well… my phone is… it's at home…" he stammered.

Jayda was about to say...