The Runaway Groom

There was a twinkle in Stan's eyes, but he did not agree to it right away. "I'll call her and speak to her about it... Or should I give you her number and let you ask?"

"Sure," Zachary replied. "I can get in touch to see if she's suitable.” "Okay," Stan whipped out his phone and sent him the number, and Zachary's phone vibrated on the dashboard.

Zachary took Stan to dinner later to celebrate his return—it was just the two of them, and they drank a lot.

“Now that I'm back, it feels like you're acting weird..." Stan said seemingly nonchalantly, twirling his glass.

"Really?" Zachary chuckled coolly but did not press the issue and raised his glass. "Perhaps!"

"Congratulations. You get to come back even though you're always busy!" Stan raised his glass in turn.

However, Zachary suddenly mentioned Lulu while they clinked glasses. "How's your cousin related to you?"

"What cousin?" Stan was confused, though he realized with a start before Zachary spoke.

one with me at the airport? She's just some distant relative living abroad,

he added, "I gave you her number, didn't 1? Just call her.” Zachary stayed silent, and Stan cleared his throat in fear of causing a misunderstanding. "Actually, I'm not that close with her. She only called me because she wanted me to bring her back. Moreover,

his head before he could finish. "No,

to be cautious with his baby.

as Zachary rubbed his

envy about me? I'm just

Freedom!

Such an enviable word.

clinked glasses again, Zachary appeared a

see him wobbling. “Let's get you a cab. I heard the inspections are strict lately—you shouldn't drink

"It's fine!"

out his phone anyway... only to pause

no telling how long had passed when he nonchalantly slipped the phone back in his pocket. "Can you

with friends as close as they