Contrary to what Valerie had said about it being impossible, I easily followed Michael to his destination: Endeavor Middle School.
It was the Middle school mentioned in his file and it was my Middle school too.
Michael just sat there on the playground, not moving for the entire day.
The school's principal and teachers took turns bringing him food and drinks, but he just smiled to decline them while remained quietly seated.
As night fell, he still showed no intention of leaving.
When I got bored and ready to head home, I suddenly received a message from Michael: [Since you've waited this long, let's have dinner together.]
At a shabby restaurant next to the school, the usually aloof Michael seemed surprisingly at ease.
He deftly poured wine and picked out dishes for me. When I didn't move, he looked at me leisurely, set down his chopsticks and asked, "What do you want to know?"
"Why did you come here? You canceled a big deal with the Fulton Corporation today," I asked, watching Michael with a keen eye.
He responded with a smile, taking a sip of his wine rather than offering an explanation.