"Are you sure we're going here, you young bunch?" the cab driver asked, glancing at the group of four. One looked like a bootleg version of Detective Conan, the woman appeared to be a failed star, and the guy in neon was even brighter than a life vest. The good-looking young man sitting at the front seemed quite decent, but the burnt portion of his polo also made him appear out of the ordinary.
"Yes," Zeno said nonchalantly, handing the driver the fee. "Thank you, sir. Please keep the change."
With that, Zeno opened the door and got out of the cab, followed by his eccentric friends. As soon as they were gone, the driver tilted his head, finding him familiar. "Isn't he the actor that my son was cursing out yesterday night?" he muttered.
Meanwhile, Zeno's friends looked around the packed venue with wide eyes. It was their first time doing something as big as this, and they couldn't believe their friend would be starring in such a large-scale movie.
