Evening, nine-thirty.
A certain neighborhood, below a certain building.
A sports car parked by the roadside, Ethan Scott rolled down the window, lit a cigarette at his mouth, and turned to look at Glenn Flynn, who was unbuckling his seatbelt, preparing to get out of the car.
Taking a breath of cool air, Ethan suddenly asked, "Not inviting me up for a bit?"
"It's late, I need to rest." Glenn smiled flawlessly, responding politely but distantly, "Another day."
His lips twitched slightly, Ethan's face in the shadows was obscure and unclear. After a pause, he said, "You're on winter break, come out and play when you're free."
"Mm."
Glenn nodded, pushed open the car door, and said, "See you next time."
"See you next time."
Ethan bid him farewell.
Getting out of the car, Glenn closed the door and turned to walk toward the building entrance.
