Marvin Lennon agreed with some reluctance.
Madison Barton was speechless.
If she hadn't seen his ID, she'd really think he was a little boy.
Where's the sign of a man in his thirties whose phone is glued to his hand all day, pressing endlessly, who knows what he's playing?
Marvin suddenly raised his phone towards her.
"Come on, smile."
Madison awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, and he snapped a photo and saved it on his phone to look at whenever he's free.
"So, what exactly did you want me for today? You never made it clear over the phone."
Usually, when he called her, it was to go out and play, but today, he was serious and didn't want to go anywhere, leaving her bewildered.
What could he possibly have to discuss?
Both of them were idle people, occasionally spending time together just to pass the time.
