Minutes later, I was in my car and I was driving away from the McMillan Residential Tower. I did not know what came over me, but I suddenly found myself heading for Rye's place. To this day, it was a mystery to me that Rye did not want to live in his father's condominium building.
After half an hour, I was standing outside his apartment door, but I was not sure if I should knock or just leave. I was contemplating on what I should do.
I could just go home. If I did, though, I would be wasting all of the time I spent on the road. I had gone out to Rye's place because Rye asked me to, but now that I was here, I didn't know what to do.
I took a deep breath. For some reason, I knew that I would regret this if I didn't knock on his door. At the same time, I was scared. What would Rye do once
