"Hurry up or else there will be no food left for us."
Soi urged the kid beside him.
It was Soi's ninth birthday in the orphanage. And he wanted to join the rest of his friends for the dinner that the orphanage had arranged for him.
His patience was beginning to wear off as his best friend was taking longer than necessary to get ready for the dinner.
The boy whom Soi was waiting for was currently styling his black hair in the mirror.
And it was for the hundredth time that he had adjusted the white shades of his hair to mix in with the black ones.
Noah had such mismatching hair since birth. But compared to what others believed, Noah liked his hair.
For him, it was something unique that differentiated him from the rest.
"Just a minute."
Noah shouted from the bathroom.
"That was the twentieth time you said the same thing."
Soi let out a frustrated groan.
"Yeah. Only a minute."
Noah whispered in a barely audible tone.
