Alfred and I find ourselves perched in the lobby of the hotel, eagerly awaiting the arrival of our friends. To be precise, we’re anticipating the descent of two individuals, though there’s a slight twist in the plan: one additional person will be joining me and Rachel in my car. As I weave together this narrative, I catch sight of them strolling towards us, their figures gradually becoming clearer through the hotel’s grand entrance.
“Stingy!” A girl’s voice pierces the air behind Rachel, drawing my attention. Instinctively, I know who it is—there’s only one person who affectionately bestows this nickname upon me.
“Oh, so you’re the one who’ll be joining us, huh… Nicole?” I exclaimed, a smile breaching my lips at the sight of her. Nicole is much more than a friend; she feels like a sister
