The scene opens with Mikey sitting beside another child. The child sitting next to him says, "You know, you did a lot of things that you didn't even need to do."
Mikey says nothing.
The scene shifts to March 20.
I simply let things happen the way they were happening.
Mikey is sitting on a bench, holding an ice cream. His hair has been cut short, leaving him with a buzz cut, and bandages are wrapped around his head. His ice cream is beginning to melt when Angel suddenly approaches him.
"How does it feel to finally get some fresh air?" she asks.
The scene moves forward. Mikey is walking alongside Angel through an amusement park.
It's been ten days since I was discharged from the hospital. My injuries weren't too serious, so they let me leave earlier than expected. However, I spent the remaining days at Angel's house.
Mikey finishes the ice cream he has left and throws the wrapper into a dustbin.
"Do you want to go on that ride?" Angel asks.
"Are you in the mood for a ride right now?" Mikey replies.
"I've always wanted to go on one, but I've never had anyone to accompany me."
"Where were your friends?"
"We had actually planned to come here together, but I couldn't make it that day. Looks like I've finally got another chance today."
They continue walking side by side.
"All right, you've got your chance now. Go ahead and enjoy the ride," Mikey says.
Angel suddenly stops in her tracks.
Mikey turns around to look at her. "What?"
"You brought me all the way here just to tell me that?"
"Look, I've got an injury on my head. I can't go on that thing."
"Injured, my foot!" Angel cuts him off.
"Just go by yourself. Besides, you hardly get opportunities like this either."
"Neither do you."
"I get plenty of opportunities."
"I'll go if you come with me. I'm not going alone."
"But you can still go without me."
"Come on! We've travelled so far from our hometown to explore this place. You should experience it properly at least once. It's not like we're going to come here every day."
Mikey lets out a sigh before eventually agreeing.
"After this, we're going somewhere nice to eat," Angel says.
"Yeah. I'm tired of drinking soup every single day."
"Why? Wasn't it good?"
"It was good."
"I'm going to charge you for the soup and all that hospitality too, you know."
"Go ahead."
Mikey continues narrating.
After Angel took me in, we practically lived like siblings. But somehow, I never realised that she might have thought of me as something more.
Or perhaps I did know.
The scene shifts to nighttime.
Mikey and Angel are sitting together on a bus. Angel is asleep with her head resting on Mikey's shoulder.
Maybe I went too far.
Mikey notices that his stop is approaching and begins preparing to get off. But just as he starts to stand, Angel catches hold of his shirt sleeve.
"Please, stay with me for one last night."
Mikey looks at her.
"You shouldn't have drunk so much beer."
" Atleast drop me off outside my house."
"Good grief…"
Mikey gives up and settles back into his seat.
He says nothing.
The scene moves forward.
Mikey opens the gate to Angel's house and helps her inside, supporting her by the shoulder as they make their way to her bedroom.
Angel is unusually cheerful. Still under the influence of alcohol, she excitedly exclaims, "Best night ever!"
"Why did you have to drink so much?" Mikey asks.
"Why shouldn't I? Today's been such a wonderful day!"
As she says this, Angel starts showing off her ring.
"Don't tell Max about this, or he'll come after me first," Mikey warns her.
"I'll tell the whole world that I'm free!"
Mikey helps her sit on the bed.
"Can I leave now?"
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"But you don't even have your house keys. How are you going to get in?"
At this, Mikey holds up his keys in front of her.
"Since when have you had my spare keys?"
"Come on, just stay until tomorrow."
"Thanks for your hospitality. I'll come by tomorrow, then."
"But before you leave, take off my shoes."
Mikey turns around and gives her an exhausted look.
"Are you serious?"
"Come on. It's just a simple task."
Angel teases him with a mischievous smile.
"If you take my shoes off, I won't tell anyone anything."
Mikey lets out a sigh and kneels in front of her, near her knees, to remove her shoes.
Angel looks down at him, and a faint blush begins to spread across her cheeks.
Mikey gently takes hold of one of her shoes and slowly slips it off. He carefully places it beside the bed.
Angel blushes even more.
He then reaches for her sock and gently pulls it off, placing it beside the shoe.
Why is he taking them off so quickly?
Before she can say anything, Mikey moves on to her other foot, removing the second shoe and sock as well.
Angel is left completely speechless, her face turning bright red.
"There. I've taken your shoes off. Can I leave now?" Mikey asks.
He raises his head to look at her.
Angel's face is now completely red.
Mikey notices her expression. "What's wrong?"
Angel doesn't answer. Instead, she grabs a pillow, covers her face with it, and lies back on the bed.
"Now, can I go?" Mikey asks again.
Angel responds with a small hand gesture, signalling him to leave.
"Lock your house. I'm leaving."
Mikey walks out of her bedroom and heads down the corridor.
Just as he's about to leave, Angel speaks in an extremely faint voice.
"I love you."
Mikey stops and peeks back into the bedroom.
"What was that?"
Angel once again gestures for him to leave.
This time, Mikey simply closes the bedroom door and walks away.
After Mikey leaves, Angel gets up from her bed and locks the front door. She then removes her clothes and walks towards the kitchen.
Still unclothed, she opens the refrigerator and takes out a bottle of water. After closing the fridge, she begins drinking.
Suddenly, while drinking, she notices a glimpse of someone sitting in the kitchen.
Her eyes shift towards the dining table.
Someone is sitting there.
Angel freezes, unable to swallow the water. She stares in shock.
Max speaks up.
"What happened? Did you forget that I have a key to your house too?"
Max is sitting at the dining table.
The scene shifts back to Mikey.
He is walking down the road while talking to his uncle over the phone.
"You got that kid ready, right?"
His uncle replies, "He's ready to come tomorrow."
"Looks like you managed to get something done without me this time."
"Don't forget who you're talking to."
"Now that the hunter has done his job, the wanderer can finally step outside."
His uncle asks, "Will that girl be okay?"
"Why would I care?"
"So, you booked tomorrow's meeting too, right?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow will be the last time I meet her."
The scene shifts to Max.
Angel is lying on the bed in the same state as before.
Max is talking to Alan over the phone.
"You did well by having your detectives follow him. I'll handle the rest tomorrow."
Max pauses before adding, "Don't worry. I'll see what move he makes tomorrow."