Andrew kept demanding Jefferson, reminding him almost every minute about their agreement. They came back to Mr. Tucker's cafe. Jefferson snorted in annoyance. He pushed Andrew away from him because he had been moving his body closer to Jefferson until his shoulders touched the wall. "Are you blind? There are many people around us." "Where? Isn't it just the two of us here?" Andrew moved his body again, but Jefferson immediately extended his arms, making Andrew stop. Andrew relented, and he moved away. But he glanced at Jefferson sarcastically, with a sharp corner of his eye, his gaze directed ahead. "Well, I didn't think you would break your own promise. I shouldn't have trusted you," Andrew muttered, then took a sip of the coffee Jefferson had ordered for him this morning. Although it no longer tasted good because all the ice had melted, Jefferson should have ordered coffee without ice for him. Jefferson groaned. "You really are annoying! I can't kiss you in a place like thi
Jefferson came to the office the next day, and a clear Wednesday sky greeted him, making him feel good, like a sunflower standing tall and welcoming the sun. But when he got to the office, Jefferson couldn't focus on his work, and he'd only read two paragraphs because what happened yesterday didn't stop spinning in his head, especially the kiss and the "zombie" that ruined it. Luckily Malvin and Howard weren't there, so even though he didn't finish today's work, Jefferson stayed in the office until the time he should get home. He continues his work at home because he doesn't want today's work to pile up with tomorrow's. And luckily, once he got home and went straight to his garden, Jefferson could gain his focus. And the next day. It was a gloomy Thursday morning because it had been raining since morning. Jefferson went to his office by car, even though he preferred to ride a motorbike because it made him arrive faster and he could easily avoid traffic jams. But there is something
And Jefferson knew what Andrew wanted to do, and he again used Jefferson's desperation to his advantage. Jefferson glared at him, gritting his teeth as he looked at Andrew gleefully walking over to that place, to the corner of the fabric shop where Jefferson had kissed him last week. Jefferson was even more annoyed when Andrew leaned on the same place, between the tall fabric rolls, especially when he spread his arms as if to invite Jefferson to hug him, that pervert! Did Jefferson seem so easily caught up in his heinous and uneducated scheme? Jefferson glared at him, making Andrew uncomfortable, then groaned; without saying anything, Jefferson turned and walked away from him. But Andrew immediately held his hand. "Come on, Jefferson." Jefferson turned his head, and he looked at Jefferson with the same smile that never faded, no matter how mean and fierce Jefferson looked at and treated him, especially when he refused almost all of Andrew's invitations to date. "There's no one he
Amid the doubts, Jefferson still went to the market on Saturdays, arriving at nine in the morning as usual. But he didn't go to Mr. Brooke's cafe as usual, but he went up to the second floor and went to the cafeteria for breakfast. With his eyes fixed on the old man opening his shop, Jefferson squeezed his jacket; there was the registration file hidden under it. But until he finished his breakfast and the man was sitting in front of his shop, Jefferson didn't walk up to him, and he went downstairs to Mr. Brooke's cafe. He didn't want Andrew to worry if he knew that Jefferson still intended to register himself. Out of the corner of Jefferson's eye, as he climbed the stairs, Jefferson saw several people who had come to the shoe store and registered themselves; Jefferson envied their passionate intentions. Jefferson's face withered even more than Andrew, who had just woken up. He stirred his coffee, making the sound of ice clattering. Andrew glanced at Jefferson, and he didn't even
Jefferson just realized one thing, he was so anxious that he forgot to ask when he should arrive at the market because "before midnight" can mean any time. Jefferson cursed his foolishness and finally, after some consideration, decided to leave at ten o'clock. But Andrew suddenly called him. Jefferson didn't want to pick it up at first, but Andrew might come to his house just because he was worried and thought that something terrible had happened to him. So picking it up and listening to his annoying ramblings was a much better option than him messing up Jefferson's plans. So Jefferson opened his closet, pulled out his pajamas, and put them on along with the shirt he would wear to the market. Jefferson saw his reflection in the mirror; luckily, these pajamas could cover his clothes. Jefferson brought his phone, which was ringing, a video call from Andrew. Jefferson entered his room and turned on the air conditioner to the coldest temperature because he felt hot; he was wearing two c
Jefferson didn't listen to what Hugo said; it was like a speech to open an event that wasn't necessary. Even without doing that, the event will go well – if they prepare well for the event–. Jefferson saw several photographers on the second floor hanging around, and Hugo occasionally smiled at the camera. In contrast to his brother, he seems to enjoy it; when the camera is on, Homer looks down or tries to hide behind his brother. Maybe Homer always does it; that's why he's always on the edge of the photo and looks angry. Jefferson knew Hugo quite well because he often appeared in public with that image, so he wasn't too curious about Hugo. Although Jefferson knew that Hugo didn't show his true self in public, he had to hide his terrifying side. Jefferson's gaze shifted to his older brother, Homer. Jefferson had only guessed what kind of person he was so far. Homer rarely appeared in public; even if he appeared, he made such a face. But maybe he's grumpy, and he always made that fac
This place used to be a scary place for Jefferson, and he didn't want to go to this place. If Andrew didn't pull him, Jefferson wouldn't have been here. He even went to that place twice, which had nothing to do with their investigation.Jefferson was pissed off every time he thought about it, and he'll make sure that pervert would pay for it someday.But Jefferson wanted to admit one thing he wasn't aware of at first. Because no matter how annoying he was, this place gave him a good memory and a warm and safe feeling. The terror out there was worse than what happened here. It's quiet and lonely here, like being in a different world. But it's always been like this; even in the day, this place always gives a different vibe than the rest of the market: it is like a glitch.Jefferson couldn't see inside the fabric shop. The doors were tightly shut as if they were separating themselves, the lights were off as if they didn't want anyone to find them, and there was a transparent shield outs
Jefferson shoots him in the head, and he falls, losing consciousness and his life. Jefferson did not waste his time; he pulled the trigger and hit the second person. Jefferson also shoots the third person. It wasn't hard to finish them off, but from a distance, Jefferson heard others shouting; they screamed in anger, wondering who had shot who. Thunderous footsteps and shouts sounded like a monster trying to find Jefferson. He took a wide step, leaving that place; he was running away. Jefferson thought they would come from the main hall, so he walked straight toward the exit. So he didn't expect, even before halfway through it, Jefferson to meet someone instead. Jefferson didn't have enough time to turn at the corner beside him and divided to hide inside a table with a transparent shield. The table was more than enough to protect him from the side and the back; Jefferson only needed to keep an eye on the front. His chest heaving up and down; damn it, he growled. He gripped the g