Danica stared at the brick wall in front of her as if it were some foreign object she had never seen before.
"This is the place?"
She had already asked the same question three times but still couldn't quite accept it.
Mason had insisted this was where they were supposed to be for their meeting, and he hadn't made a mistake. She was having a hard time believing that this was their destination; after all, it was nothing more than a brick wall.
"Tell me again how a wall is the location of a meeting." Danica murmured, furrowing her brows. It was already fifteen to twelve, and they didn't have time for Mason to play jokes. "It's a wall."
"Just wait," Mason, who was ill at ease beside her, responded.
Opposite Mason, Danica was a ball of nerves. The closer they got to their meeting, the mor
