The café was as bustling as ever with the swarms of people crowding the entire place. With all the tables occupied, Ryan stood on the counter, leaning onto the desk, his cellphone on his hand when Luke asked him to serve a tray of desserts he made to the table nearby.Luke seemed better with no eye bags under his sharp eyes, gazing through his ebony eyes. Ryan nodded instantly as his loving gaze pierced through his chest. One hand carrying and balancing the tray while the other clothing his cellphone tight. He felt like falling, though managed to serve without spilling anything. He should have taken the tray after putting his mobile away.His usual bright demeanor beamed through the lady customers, even those ladies in forties. They never get enough of Luke until he gave them a sweet kiss, sweeter than those brown sugars in the kitchen cabinet. He knew Luke disliked these gestures of them, but these middle-aged aunts live in

  His feet took him back to the café even before he realized as he banged his head on the door of the café, his wondering mind settled in the door where he invited himself in. It was late, and he regretted leaving Luke alone in the shop. The café seemed crowded, though not much. His eyes hovered around to see a full family came to eat desserts with their three children and the parents themselves. He walked in to the café as he noticed another bulky familiar figure stood facing his back to him, talking to Luke in an undertone. Luke noticed Ryan came back as he greeted with a bright smile, “You back, Ryan?” Ryan nodded when the guy in front of him turned around to reveal his square face with his ash blonde pompadour. He beamed at the sight of him. “Yo, Ryan! Working good?” “Yeah, Ash-Ashton.” He saw him here for the first time since he started working, never expecting him there. Both two of his bosses were friends, but how close they were,

 Luminous sun rays lit the concrete surface of the pavement as he walked into a large American cottage style household. The garden beside the house was large enough to play golf. Maybe the owner left it for golf playing himself. With this medieval styles of English countryside design of the house, he could tell they built it in the 1920s it 1930s.The steep roof with cross gables made this house unique to the other houses around. He wandered his eyes to see the casement windows with small panes covered in pink floral curtains along the stucco siding. The brick stones made the house blended well with the cottage design.He had never seen a house this big, though he lived in a mansion before. The place was not as good as this house, cozy yet large. They beautifully curved the arched wooden door around the borders. His eyes hovered at the corner to see a literal bell hanging at the corner there with a long string hanging down. He had to ring that bell to call

 The streetlight flashed upon a black car stood ajar in that lone alley. It was just around nine o’clock in the evening, yet the road was deserted like midnight. An enormous figure sprinted in the dim half moonlight, his boot clacking against the concrete, and his black suit waved along in sync of his steps.Owen hurried to his car, marked in the street. This apartment building in this suburban area had no parking lot of their own. He had to park his car in there.The light fell upon his pale face, distressed, tapping on his cellphone to call someone, his voice worried, “Yes, I’m coming. In about ten minutes.” His hands trembled, clutching the car door as he looked behind him at the apartment building’s second floor where Ryan lived. The room was lit inside. He sighed and reached his steering wheel to take a turn and left, driving at once.His front mirror illustrated a tiny fig

They departed for the mansion Jim referred to, the mansion where he once lived and from where he once escaped. The mansion was in a suburban area, right in the middle of the forest in Clabar town. The first owner made it to hide in the woods as they most of the times hid there or spent their exclusive life from the humankind. Ryan spoke nothing as Jim drove him through that deserted road surrounding the forest trees, shading the sunlight from coming to them. The forest lit dimly from the light coming through the thick shawl of leaves. “It’s been a long since you went there, right? Uncle told me you won’t ever agree to come. Guess he knew it right. You almost threw the mug at me.” He whimpered, driving through the straight road with no turns for over a mile according to the GPS. He knew the place as he too once lived there, but it was long before and the roads must have changed that he couldn’t see any familiar places there.