Felix took out a sticky note and began copying out the contacts of those who he still wished to keep in contact with from his old phones, as he planned on changing phones as soon as he stepped out.
The short list was only composed of his mom's contact, his two best friends, and after much deliberation, Elizabeth's contact as well—he needed to know exactly what had happened to his mom's café, and the best person to ask was someone who lived in that neighborhood.
Then he folded the piece of note and slipped it into his pockets and pulled out John's business card, and dialed his number.
Though he was currently living lavishly in a high end hotel resort, Felix's bank account was still as red as when he last checked it.
[Account balance: $279.52]
"Hello, John Murphy speaking—" John's monotonous voice came from the other end of the phone.
