Mike suddenly dug into the pocket of his grimy jeans and pulled out a cracked phone. The pale blue glow lit up his face as his fingers tapped quickly across the screen. He held it up, flashing an article with a giant headline:
"ButtManiac — The Pervert on the Train!"
Mike grinned wide, eyes locked on Caleb.
"Don't lie to me, Caleb… hahah. Damn, I'm honestly shocked to meet someone this famous in a dump like this."
Caleb froze for a beat, holding his breath. His heart slammed against his chest, but his face stayed cool. Only one thought ran through his head:
Shit… even bums have phones now.
Mike snorted in satisfaction and leaned closer, gaze sharp.
"Now… tell me. What really went down behind all this mess?"
Caleb lifted his chin, a faint smile curling on his lips while his brain raced. Shit… even fate wants in on this game, huh? A thin laugh echoed inside his mind.
He exhaled slowly, then spoke, voice light and casual.
