...Emile POV…

"Thank you very much" I said as I stood up from the old creaky chair I had been sitting on.

"It's not a problem", he said and began walking away

"Can I have your contact?" I asked causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Right," He replied as he pulled out a pen and paper from his pocket, and gave me his contact.

"Why do you have a pen and paper with you?" I asked, curiously.

"My mum taught me to always be prepared, a short pen is better than a long memory she would say", he replied with a smile.

I lost my dad at an early...