A Way Out

"You're waiting for someone?"

Zoe shifted her gaze that had been on the shop door to Delora. Her brows furrowed at once, confused about how to answer Delora's question.

Waiting for someone?.

Even Zoe didn't know whether she was waiting for someone or not. Starting from her meeting with a strange man last night, Zoe could hardly sleep thinking about him. Silver even sulked because Zoe ignored him several times.

Who is that man?.

Zoe's mind was still raging with that question. Even though the man uttered an absurd line about paying Zoe a big fee, that was not what bothered Zoe.

What bothers Zoe to is the man who is very, very familiar. It was as if Zoe had seen him many times. His honey-brown eyes, and a lock of his hair that was dyed silver, were covered under the hoodie he was wearing.

"Zoe?"

Delora furrowed her brows, touched Zoe's hand.

"Ah,