Amadeus Yancey stared at his phone for a long while, his deep eyes slightly squinting as if something piqued his interest, especially the last sentence in Mr. Yancey's text message, "You must work hard." He couldn't explain why, but he tasted a hint of disappointment in that encouragement.
"Amadeus, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at your phone and daydreaming?" Alfred Garland came back from outside and noticed Amadeus holding a coffee mug by the counter, seemingly looking at his phone, yet he hadn't replied to any messages, so he asked from behind.
"Whose message is it?"
He had been with Amadeus Yancey for over a decade, their friendship was extraordinary, without much reservation, he leaned in to glance at the phone.
Just catching sight of Mr. Yancey's text message, Alfred was baffled as well, showing a puzzled expression, and looked at the man with confusion, "Amadeus, what did Ms. Quinlan do again? Why would Mr. Yancey send you a message telling you to work hard?"