Skyy slumped in the passenger seat, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he poutingly gazed at Chen.
The other man, focused on the road ahead, remained silent, the tension palpable in the car.
"I swear, Chen, I didn't write any of that stuff about you in the diary," Skyy protested, his voice tinged with frustration. "It just appeared out of nowhere."
Chen scoffed softly, his expression unreadable as he continued driving.
Skyy's frustration grew, but he knew Chen well enough to understand that pressing further would likely be futile.
As the car rolled to a stop in front of a small, dilapidated building emitting bustling sounds, Skyy's curiosity piqued despite his lingering frustration. He peered out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of their surroundings.
"What is this place?" Skyy asked, his tone a mixture of apprehension and intrigue.