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Chapter 7

Jefferson regretted it; he shouldn't have just left.

It could be that the text wasn't from Andrew, it could be that someone with bad intent was waiting for him, Or at least Jefferson had to make sure that it was really Andrew.

After all, he couldn't stand being there for long, and it seemed to give him an instant solution.

Jefferson put the invitation on his motorbike under the handlebar; he purposely hoped that it would disappear, someone would pick it up or be swept away by the wind as soon as he came back. To be honest, he didn't want to take it home.

Jefferson stepped into the market, and luckily he found Andrew sitting there alone, grinning at him; Jefferson's second regret.

Jefferson smiled uncomfortably; he joined Andrew, sitting across from him. The furthest place he could sit without being too obvious that he didn't want to be with that pervert.

"I thought you were here, so I come," Andrew said, taking a sip of coffee that was still hot, the smoke billowing and feeling
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