"Uh…"
Now, this was surprising.
The mascot took his head off, revealing a familiar face that Blake was not also not too excited to see.
"Ah, you're Zlatan…"
Now, it's not like it was completely unexpected, since Myles let a bit of his true nature out, but, at the same time…
'Does he actually work here? Didn't he work at that cafe?'
Not like he had that much time to think about it, since Myles pulled Blake back, looking at him.
"How do you know each other?"
"Ah, you see—"
"We had a fun chat at the mall, actually."
Blake frowned, why was he speaking for him? And a little chat made it sound as if they were all buddy-buddy or something.
Fortunately enough, he did not seem to buy it.
With his hand still on Blake's shoulder, Myles glanced at him.
"Did you meet with him?"
"No? I was just hanging out there with Anthony, then we ran into him. He was the one who talked most of the time, and even followed us."
"You were out with him?"
