"Who's this person?"
As soon as the question left his mouth, Miguel Smith suddenly felt two intense stares bore into him, turning into icy daggers that sent shivers down his spine.
"Pedro Langley."
"Who? Isn't that your ex—"
Intimidated by the fierce gaze, Miguel wisely held his tongue.
Nora Scott didn't seem to mind. She glanced to the side and reached for a few shopping bags next to him, "What did you buy?"
"Hot pot ingredients."
Her hand paused mid-air, and she gave him a sideways look, "What?"
"Birthday gift, hot pot ingredients."
"…"
Taking off his baseball cap, revealing a mess of short hair, Miguel's expression was weary, "I rushed over here at seven. Who knew you weren't home?"
There was a moment of silence.
Nora slowly stood up and said, "The password to my house is my birthday."
Miguel was startled, standing up from the ground, looking shocked, "You just told me your house password?"
