FIVE

"You seem quite interested in someone's property." The gruff voice shook me to the core as I turned around with a squeal. The book was pressed against my chest as a gesture to show how scared I was.

I was expecting some kind of expression that could say "You are a dead meat" but there he was standing with a small smile on his face.

He was wearing his jogging pants and simple white T-shirt. I didn't expect 'sir' to be this casual if I compare him to his son. His hairs were half white and black showing he was still a little young and his height was I guess one inch less than his son. The eyes weren't the same but the way of smiling I guess was.

But you haven't seen him smile!

My conscience mocked me as I remembered but still I could tell both of their smiles or smirks were similar.

"I-I..." My voice choked in my throat as I didn't comprehend how I should introduce myself. For a while in this heaven full of books I forgot I was a slave here and depending on my fate I should be happy b