“What happened yesterday?” I asked Noah regarding the meeting as he joined me next morning for Sunday's coffee.
“They’ve shifted the releasing schedule,” he replied, putting his coffee down.
“How much it got delayed?” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
“It got preponed,” he replied.
I coughed hard, as I listened to him.
“Preponed….,” I said, with a scoff.
“We are clashing with the “Down” series,” he said.
“Then why the hell we’re shifting, they should be the one to shift,” I said.
“This is not my decision,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“Really! Then we could just postpone it, it’s after three month,” I replied.
“This is not..,”
“Em! I understand this is not your decision,” I said cutting him off.
“What about France's schedule,” I asked.
“We’ll get only two days,” he said.
“Two days, are you kidding me,” I repeated.
“No,” he replied with a straight face.