Writer's pov

JAYDEN'S PENTHOUSE

Jayden kept checking his phone as if he's waiting for a message to pop in, or waiting for his phone to ring, or actually checking the time.

He looked out his window with a very worried expression on, at that moment his phone's ringtone blared loudly.

"Steve?" he asked rhetorically while staring at the screen.

"Yo, Steve" he answered.

"Jay man, I need your company right now -can you come out for a few drinks?"

Jayden found this offer quite tempting, because he could also use a few drinks since he's feeling so frustrated.

He felt a tug on his pants, then looked down to see...