“What are the odds, running into you? A friend hurt his ankle during basketball. I'm here to see him.

And you? What's your reason for being here?"

Brian paused briefly before revealing, “Lyndon's had a traffic accident and is hospitalized."

Kyson was stunned by the news.

“Lyndon was in a traffic accident? Is he alright?"

“He's fine."

“So, which room is he in? I'll drop by."

Brian gazed momentarily at Kyson and an idea came to him.

“Follow me. I'll show you."

“Alright.”

They stepped into the elevator, with Brian guiding Kyson to the back corner, pulling him close.

“Kyson, duck your head a moment."

“yihat's wrong?"

Kyson, puzzled yet compliant, bent his head.

Brian deftly extracted two hairs, commenting, “You had a gray hair.”

Kyson, feeling the tug on his scalp, inspected the hair, noting it was black.

"Brian, it isn't gray."

Unfazed, Brian collected the hair, replying, "Ah, must be the light playing tricks. My mistake."

Kyson glanced skeptically at the overhead light, inwardly chiding Brian's supposedly failing vision despite his youth.

Exiting the elevator, they stepped onto the VIP level.