I was with my group of friends; Georg, Bill and Gustav. We were in Georg's car, who was the only adult in the group, therefore the only one who had a driving license (and a car). Georg always picked us up from high school and the four of us used to go together for a walk around, or to some party.

"Guys." Georg said, his voice sounding serious as usual. "Do you mind if we pick up my little brother from school first? My dad can't pick him up today."

I raised an eyebrow at Georg's question. Little brother? Since when does Georg have a little brother?

"Dude, you've got a little brother?" I asked from the back seat of the car, where I was next to Gustav, while Bill was in front, as co-pilot, next to Georg.