The dumpling fell from her chopsticks and rolled under the couch, which made both of them laugh so hard.
"This is fun," K uttered, still a little breathless from laughing. "We should make this our own little tradition."
It was Martin Luther King Day.Aperturethrew a benefit concert in light of the holiday. It was all Jesse's idea.He had always been an advocate against racial discrimination. Even if he grew up spoilt rotten, he never turned out to be a mean kid - he was justlonely. And growing up without the presence or any semblance of family, he sou
"Dinner's ready, babe." Jesse hollered enthusiastically, opening the door to his small walk-in closet. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he saw K, standing and looking at herself in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a white dress.The white dress.They were done shopping for their bride and groom attire. It literally took Jesse twenty minu
She sat on the bed, her back leaned comfortably against the headboard. She and Jesse had just finished dinner, and that ribeye he cooked wasincredibly good. She just came off from the shower, and was feeling really refreshed.Jesse was in the living room, having a conference call withAperture'sArtist and Repertoire manager from their
"K,why-how?" Jesse was stammering, not quite sure how he can put his thoughts into words. "Why do you have a photo of my dad?" He just managed to repeat his first coherent question as panic seized his brain.K was struck dumb, her bones had turned to water as terror thundered down on her. She just looked at the photo, trying to make sense o
Cold, icy rain splattered against his windshield as he drove all the way from the Lower East Side to Manhattan. It poured so loud and hard, that it felt like hailstones were hitting his car's roof.Jesse's hands were so cold and clammy - and he was suppressing a shiver that was twisted and buried deep in his gut. He was weighed down by dread, and for the first time in a long while - he didn't want
K felt like she should be relieved, but she couldn't feel an ounce of it. If Joel isn't her father,then who could it be?Nothing still made sense to her. If anything, she was just left with more questions. She wasn't even sure if Laura was telling the truth.
Joel unbuttoned his suit jacket and slipped it off from his arms, then perched it at the lean of his swivel chair."Take a seat, son." He commanded as he loosened his necktie, then walked back to the window after picking up his drink on top of the desk.As expected, Jesse didn't heed to his father's bidding. "I need to talk to you." He hissed, getting straight to the point. He didn't want to waste time with all the bullshit. He's don
Jesse's eyes darted left and right, searching for the nurse's station. It was at the far end of the hall. He took Mike's truck to get to the Togus VA Medical Center. Mike softened on him at the last minute, seeing how panicked and restless Jesse was when he couldn't book a cab ride."Miss, I'm looking for Kristen Noelle Miller," he approached the blonde nurse who was quite busy checking a patient's medical record.