Sydney's POV
"So," he raised his brows, "How're things so far?"
I shrugged and took my time to respond. "Nothing much."
He suddenly wiped off his smile with a frown. "What do you mean nothing much? Come on, give me an appropriate report on what things he has been up to since the last time we spoke. Who did he meet with? What did he eat?..."
He went on and on, listing and counting down things he wanted to hear with his fingers.
"Something like that, you know that," then he squinted his eyes, "wait, why are you stalling?"
I shrugged again "I'm not stalling. There's just really nothing much to report."
"Even if he shits, Sydney, you have to tell me," he gritted out, his jaw tensing with impatience.
"Alright then, he did s**t this week," I said lightly.
I couldn't resist a little jok
