Jimi’s POV
I got back from work hours ago with a terrible migraine; the type that lingered even when you rest your head. I then took a nap for God knows how long and woke up in the early hours of the evening with an empty stomach. Walking lazily into the kitchen, I picked out two packets of Indomie hungry man noodles and quickly cooked it. I didn’t even bother to garnish it; all I needed was just enough pepper to awaken my taste buds. I dished out the noodles on a large fine China and went to my room. Picking up my laptop I looked for a movie to watch and settled on Dirty Grandpa. I can't get tired of watching that movie. I wasn't half way into my food or my movie when I heard the loud groaning of the gate.
I frowned and wondered who would be visiting at 9:30pm in the night. Going upstairs to the peak of my house I looked out the balcony to see who was behind the gate. I couldn't see the person clearly but when I spotted the benz outside I knew exactly who it was.