Liam stepped out of the cab, slamming the door shut behind him before shoving his hands into his pockets.
Nothing interesting had happened after his conversation with Ann earlier.
After telling her he wasn't mad at her, he had simply eaten, taken a bath, and now here he was—standing in front of Dickson's house on a quiet Saturday morning.
He was one hundred percent sure that Dickson would be home.
Raising his fist, Liam knocked twice on the door and barely had to wait before it swung open.
Standing there was Dickson's little sister, a lively girl no more than ten years old.
Her eyes lit up the moment she saw him.
"Big bro!" she shouted excitedly before immediately jumping up to give him a high five.
Liam let out a small chuckle, raising his hand to meet hers before reaching out to ruffle her hair.
She pouted at the action, quickly fixing her hair with her small hands while Liam spoke.
"Where's your brother?"
She immediately pointed upstairs.
