Inside a cab, a young man with green-dyed hair and pure blue eyes that seemed to glow against his striking appearance was making a call. He was a beauty, and currently headed to the famous Chinese hotel situated in the middle of Manhattan.
"Well, Daniel, I'm fine. C'mon, this is the fifth time in a row you're calling me—it's sickening!" Charles complained, a little irritation creeping into his voice.
Daniel, on the other end, didn't take it well.
"You're one of my few besties. If I don't look after you, who will? Because as it seems, you're not taking good care of yourself," Daniel insisted.
Charles sighed and facepalmed. Did he have to go through this every day? It was enough already.
"Okay, I was in an accident. I had surgery, but I'm fine now. Look, I'm stronger than you know," he exclaimed, smiling. Even though he acted annoyed, in his mind he appreciated it deeply—just like he appreciated Draven's visits. But now he was fine.
