That scared him
Vincent pressed the lock button on his car key, making his car produce a beep as the lights blinked. On his way to the entrance of the hotel he had been staying at, he stopped upon catching a familiar person leaning against a big motorcycle.
"Michael," he called, watching Michael peel his back from his ride. "I wonder what made you want to ambush me in the parking space?"
Michael chuckled. "Is that what you're going to tell me after last night?"
Vincent sighed, while Michael grinned wickedly.
"If not for me, all your guests would've gone home with a trauma! Good thing I threw that party, and no one's talking about your sister's suicide attempt." The corner of Michael's mouth stretched from ear to ear. "You are welcome."
"Valerie didn't commit suicide and I don't have to thank you, but yes. It helped." Vincent admitted. "Thanks."
He then raised his brows slightly. "Is that what you came here for? To hear me say thanks?"