Michelle's POV

I was busy finishing my drink when he suddenly jumped out of his chair, drawing attention.

"What?!" he yelled into the phone, "That's.. that's not possible."

He began to tremble. I rose as well, becoming worried. What could make Myron tremble?

He ended the call.

"Is..is something wrong?" I asked but he didn't reply.

He turned and began to walk out of the bar. I hurriedly picked my bag and followed suit.

Outside, I yelled for him to stop.

"Hold on, Myron!" I said, ...