Behind Owen was a large expanse of still brilliant sunset. He looked at the familiar car downstairs, then at the person lying on the roof of the car wearing a pair of sunglasses and smiling at him, and blurted out: "You are not..."
Do you have to wait until at least 9pm to get off work?
Owen swallowed the second half of the sentence with all his rationality, otherwise he really couldn't explain how he knew what time people got off work. He dragged a long shadow, standing there a little stiffly.
"Nothing?" Edward listened to half of his words, looked at Owen strangely, and opened the trunk of his car.
"...Aren't you busy with affairs?" Owen stared at him, trying to pull off the sunglasses that were in the way, and pretended to be calm and said to him, "Why are you here so early? Don't you have to go to court today?"
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