Buying A Building 1

The streets were alive with movement. Neon lights flickered across glass skyscrapers, casting reflections that danced across the pavement. People rushed past, lost in their own worlds—some talking on phones, others laughing with friends, and a few just trying to get through the day.

Amidst the chaos, two figures strolled down the sidewalk.

Jack, a wide grin on his face, was poking at his brand-new phone like a confused child. He held it awkwardly, his fingers pressing random buttons as he muttered under his breath.

"How do humans even use this thing?" he grumbled, turning the screen upside down. "It's so small! And why does it keep vibrating?"

Adams, walking beside him with his hands in his pockets, chuckled. "That's called a notification. It means someone's trying to contact you."

Jack frowned, his tail twitching slightly—if it weren't hidden, that is. "Contact me? Like telepathy?"