Yesterday's date is fun. He never thought seeing Primo the way he saw him yesterday. He looks dangerous but not deadly. Aiden had seen someone deadly before so he wants to know more about Primo through his cousins.

But Daime won't tell him anything. Aiden sighs as he sits on the couch while chilling and watching random movies in NF and U-tube on the TV screen.

"I don't know what the deal is! He can just tell me about Primo's past! Yet! Argh!"

Him being pissed is an understatement. He just wants to know more about Primo. He grumbles under his breath when he realizes one thing.

He still doesn't know who Daime is and what he did to Daime to be the reason why he wants to court Aiden. Aiden gawks and leans towards the coffee table and texts Daime about it.

After some minute, Daime replies with three hints: a coffee shop, a bitch slap on the face, and humiliation.

The hints gave Aiden more questions than answers but he is giving up. He will find out about this reason and no one can stop him from doing so.

"I will solve this and give him another bitch slap but not by my precious hands but by how awesome my brain is! NYAHAHAHA!"

Meanwhile, Daime and Primo are travelling towards where Natalie is to give her a visit when Daime hears his phone's notification for a text message. Daime frowns and looks at it before smirking.

Primo looks over and hums as he looks back to the road as they hit the red signal from the traffic lights. Daime draws his arm forward and shows Primo what he just replied to Aiden.

Primo chuckles at the hints since he already knows what he is talking about. That scene would be funnier if Primo is there. But unfortunately, he is too busy with his thesis at that time.

"Stop being a child and just tell him."

Daime frowns and moves away from Primo after hitting send and grumbles.

"Where is the fun in that?"

Aiden takes a cup of coffee from the kitchen and goes back to his puzzle solving as he looks down to the few major hints that Daime gave him.

He needs more hints if he wants to solve this mystery that Daime gave him.

He knows that. But Daime won't tell anymore hints. So he went to the one person that would help him give more hints.

Drax.

He is so excited to ask Drax that he forgot that the latter had already deleted his number from his phone. He exasperated a sigh when he realized about this problem.

"Oh wait! Cassie unblocked him already!"

His face lights up when he realizes that Cassie has Drax's phone number. He immediately packs his bag and is about to go to Cassie's dormitory in the late morning of Saturday.

It is a good thing that both of them don't have class every weekends or Aiden would have a hard time locating Cassie since she is an irregular student, meaning she has a different section while they both study the same subjects.

"Good thing, it's Saturday. Or I won't know where to find that bitch!"

He fixes his bag as he navigates himself to the property using his photographic memory of where could Cassie's dormitory is while taking precaution of how dangerous the neighborhood as Cassie stated before.

He hums along a song that his sister used to sing to her back when they are still kids. They are best friends when they were kids. They are particularly close to each other.

Aiden sighs as he looks around his current location.

He frowns when he did not see the usual landmark leading to Cassie's dormitory. He looks beside him and he sees the familiar blue-colored bank near the Santoro house.

"Wait… where the fuck I am? This is not Cassie's dormitory."

His eyes widen in surprise and gasps inwardly. He takes the path leading to the Santoro house not Cassie's dormitory. He screams in the middle of the road, not caring about the random stares coming from strangers.

"Holy-! I just walked around for minutes! Why am I back here?!"

He is pissed at himself when he looks in front of him and immediately sees the Santoro house.

He scrunches his nose and turns around, hoping that no one had seen him or familiarize him. Unfortunately, someone had seen him and eventually calls him.

With a smile on his face, he calls Aiden's name and runs up to him.

"Aiden!"

Aiden stops on his tracks and turns around. He sees the one person he is supposed to chat and not talk personally. He shows him a small smile but he looks like he is grimacing by how awkward he is.

"Why are you outside? Are you going somewhere?"

Aiden gawks before looking away from Drax. He grimaces and heaves a heavy sigh as he answers Drax questions.

"I was about to go to Cassie but I just circled around and now, I don't know what I should do."

Daime chuckles as he drags Aiden back to the condominium and slam the front door.

Aiden yelps and looks at the security guard, who is only looking at him as if he is hesitating to move.

Drax goes straight to the kitchen to offer Aiden something to drink, while Aiden waits at the living room. Aiden never thought that he would ended up asking Drax in person about this mysterious puzzle that Daime throws at him.

"Here, drink first before I contact Cassie for you."

Aiden chokes at his own drink and waves his hands rapidly at Drax, making the latter stop from dialing Cassie.

"Don't! There's no need for that!"

Daime tilts his head and innocently looks over to Aiden as he puts his phone down and waits for the latter to talk.

"It was actually you that I need to talk to."

Drax slightly chuckles, hoping that Aiden is only joking about whatever he is trying to do. But when he looks at Aiden's serious yet youthful expression, he stops and clears his throat.

"Go ahead then."

Aiden flinches and startlingly looks at Drax, who also looks at him confusedly. Aiden clears his throat and looks away before grabbing a notebook and a pen from his bag.

"Since I am already here, might as well just ask you these questions. I am kind of curious about them after Daime had thrown me a mysterious puzzle to solve."

Scratching the back of his head and smiling sheepishly at the latter, Drax tells Aiden to proceeds with his questions while he is trying his best to answer everything.

He is just hoping that the questions that he is about to answer were not too personal. Or he would be digging his own grave.