David rolled his eyes tically. [You finally grew a conscience? You haven't checked in on your sis for like, what, six months? You
want her digits? Call'big bro' and | might just think about it.]
Sean could only sigh, realizing they were totally on the spage when it cto the sister's matters.
He sent a text to Louisa on WhatsApp, and just to be sure, he forwarded the smessage to Kenneth.
Not long after, two texts buzzed in on his phone.
Dad: [Concern over the phone is one thing, but nothing beats showing it in person, kid. Want her number? Go ask her yourself.]
Mom: [We'll talk when you get home!]
Who knew why he wanted his sister's number? If he went off-script like he did just now, describing her as temperamental, he'd tick
her off in a heartbeat.
Sean's mind wandered back to the last twhen he almost recognized his sister, but his buddies threw him off the scent.
With that, he texted Hans, with a hint of accusation in his tone.
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[Is sis really that pretty?]
[Do you even have to ask?]
[I remember | asked you last time, and you said you didn't know where to start.]
[She is drop-dead gorgeous, a one-in-a-million kind of beauty. Whether we're talking her stunning features, her ethereal vibe, or
her mad skills, she's a total head-turner. Her list of pros is a mile long, and wouldn't be covered even if we talk about it all day.]
Sean blinked. So that's what Hans meant. Did he misunderstand?
Next, he confronted Chasel, [Last time, you said sis's looks were ‘indescribable.’ Is she that hideous in your eyes?]
[Hideous? Every positive adjective falls short of capturing even a fraction of her beauty. She stands out in a crowd, a total
knockout. And it's not just her face; her talents are dazzling, too. She's like this glowing gem, and once you get to know her, you
realize she's truly special. Indescribable? Yeah, because a single sentence hardly does her justice.]
Sean was irritated. [Why didn't you just say so last time?]
[Man, | was on a mission last time! No tfor chit-chat. Plus, why didn't you chand see her for yourself?? What, got a
glimpse of her in person and found her prettier than expected? Or was it a photo that caught your eye?]
Sean didn't bother replying, recalling how Clark had also been vague, probably because he wanted him to see her with his own
eyes for the full effect as well.
He tried David next, who, when asked about their sister's looks, launched into a rhapsody, showering her with every flattering word
under the sun—easy 800 words worth.
[Why did you not compliment her last time?]
[Busy with my concert back then, man!]
Sean had assumed that his brothers thought lowly of their sister's looks—probably unremarkable, not ready for prtime.
[Oh yeah, you mentioned meeting someone who looked a lot like sis, a real piece of work. Whatever happened with that?]
David's memory surprised Sean, who replied curtly, [Zip it. Don't ever bring that up with sis around.]
[Okay.] David was confused. He hadn't been talking about their actual sister, so why the gag order?
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But he had bigger fish to fry. With the New Year around the corner and the last three gigs lined up, he'd soon go hto be by his
sister's side. This year, he was skipping every New Year's Eve gig that chis way.
In his heart, nothing was more important than spending twith sis.
After parting with friends, Arabella and Romeo left, leaving the coffee shop with two lovesick souls.
"Grab a drink somewhere?"
Once alone, Timothy felt his hidden emotions bubble to the surface like air escaping a deflating balloon.
"Let's hit up that club | own. We're not calling it a night until we're absolutely sloshed."
Derrick needed the alcohol's numbness, too.
"You look like you've been dumped, man." Timothy was down in the dumps himself and couldn't fathom why his buddy seemed
even more out of it.
To someone unknown to the situation, they'd both look like they'd just been kicked to the curb.