A Happy Ending (The End)
Noah entered a juice bar and called Michel. Neither he knew Michel was searching for him nor his helper was Morris.
When Noah called Michel, he sounded like an old man who was talking to his grandson. He was really worried. He asked for the place where Noah was and arrived at that place at a quick speed.
Michel went there along with Morris. Just in case, to clear things between them. It had to be cleared.
"Michel!"
Noah saw him and called him over. But after a few minutes, his smile faded away by seeing Morris.
"Hey! Don't look at me like that. It hurts."
Morris said with a pitiful look.
"Noah, are you okay? Your cheek-"
Noah's cheek was red and bruised because of the slap. It was noticeable enough to understand it was a slap.
"Which bastard did it?"
Michel was angry but worried about Noah at the same time.
"Sit down first. Let's talk slowly."
Noah asked Michel to sit down. But Michel dragged Morris too.
"Why is he here? How did you meet?"