It was a sunny day, a young man was seen holding a piece of a written paper, walking forwards and backwards on the balcony of a gigantic building. And from a clear glimpse at his face, one would espy he was bothered and needed to take some action on whatsoever thing it may be.

'Clara is such an overzealous being! But why would she wants me to join forces with hers' when there's no clearly defined relationship between us? Yuck! I'm gotta decline from this rubbish."

He scanned ...