I haven't seen Frosto in a long time. Because of my surprise, I looked at him. I dodged when Faustino came out first. His footsteps are heavy.

They got out of elevator but Frosto remained.

Faustino kept looking at me. I didn't expect that much has changed in him. How old are they and Faustino? Thirty? Thirty one? While I'm twenty one.

"Frost." Faustino gasped when he said that. Even with his back turned, his posture is still authoritative.

Frosto dodged and left. Shaking, I pressed the elevator .

It was eight o'clock in the evening when we packed up to go home. Marga elbowed me.

"Hmm?" I looked at...