On that same night.

Benjamin was sitting out under a tree in the backyard, waiting for the moon to come out.

But Riley came up to him first, “What are you doing out here in the cold weather?”

“You’re not going to scream again and put blame on me, are you?” Benjamin took his mobile out and started recording.

“OH, stop it. I’m not that bad,” Riley casually said, sitting next to him and opening the alcohol bottle. She took a sip and gave him the bottle.

“Thanks but no,” he gently pushed the bottle