143: Foolish One

Laird’s POV

A girl approached me. I guessed she was around sixteen years old. Her style was trendy hipster, with a t-shirt, skinny jeans, and a gray beanie. She looked cool, and I never expected such a cool girl to greet me.

"Hey."

"Yeah," I replied with a brief nod.

Of course, I tried to look cool too, but who knows? Fenella and I got off our bikes and leaned them against the edge of the bus stop.

"Can you help us take a photo?" The girl grinned widely.

"Sure," I nodded.

I glanced at Fenella and whispered softly to leave my bike with her. "Hold on."

Suddenly, Fenella pulled my t-shirt. She whispered anxiously at me. "Don't take too long, Laird. They seem like troublemakers."

Hearing that, I snorted. "If you want to join, just say so. Cath also hasn't come yet."

I immediately sauntered over to the group of cool teenage kids. The girl with the beanie handed me her phone. They quickly faced me, preparing to pose for a photo.

From their clothing style, the refurbished, shining old car, t