- "You are the owner of this place?" I asked with my mouth opened. I couldn't believe this. He is nineteen years old and he owns this huge building. Wow. The breeze hit my face slowly as my hair was blown back by the breeze again. The atmosphere wasn't hot this time around. It was cool and warm. I don't even know at all. This place could be mistaken for an hotel.
- "Yeah." He answered and unbuttoned his shirt.
- My mouth formed an 'O'. Great. So how many places does he own that I have no idea about? I looked around. Since it was getting dark. I checked my wristwatch. It was just 5:00pm. My mom wants me back home by seven o' clock. Wait. She told me to call her every hour. Jeez.. I had forgotten.