“Where is it?” asked an ash blonde guy, his long hair waving along every step he made on the pathway. Another guy walking beside him, bearing a serious look on his face who seemed to lose the track of his way. His confused face said he didn’t know which way they should go.“Almost here,” Jim said, fluttering his fingers on his mobile to see where he should take him.Impatient at his secretary’s worthless brain, which doesn’t seem to work at crucial times. Ryan was getting late for his interview at the radio station, yet they were walking around the building hopelessly to find the main entrance, which apparently existed behind them. Neither of them noticed the entrance and the swarm of peoples getting inside as they turned their back that way.Another important thing that Ryan didn’t notice was the car beside them, feet away. Inside was the very person he wished to meet alone. Ms. Stephanie had not con

 Sunrays bathed the entire room as numbers of books trampled on the floor with loud noises. Several books and dozens of papers scattered from the files, which Jim couldn’t understand where to stick those papers back to. He just stuffed them abruptly in those files randomly and put them back from where they dropped.The brightly lit room covered a series of bookshelf, the owner of this study room must be a bookaholic, he could say from the sea of books. The long window in between two large shelves with a wooden cabinet at the bottom illuminated the room with the sunshine coming through. Curtains hanging there greeted with their melancholic waves with the morning breeze.Jim came to Jordan’s house. His last resort, who could tell him about Ryan’s past or perhaps he could even recognize this guy who wrote this letter. But Jordan was busy at the moment and asked him to wait in his study room. His curiosit

 A long shadow covered her crouching figure before the vending machine. Amy lost in thought, still clutching the drink and the pack of snack she bought from the machine. The shadow galloped her entire slouching body when she realized the dark thing and turned to see a guy who bent over to look after her.“All fine, Amy?” The guy in a peach shirt smiled at her. His square face gleamed through the daylight coming behind him as his high-bridged nose of his stuck out to be noticed.“Yep!” Amy yelled suddenly, making him jolt at her reaction. She fell behind, bumping her butt against the hard surface as her face turned peach red, similar to that guy’s shirt. The guy reached out for her hand, stretching his palm to her with a wide smile on his face. Amy felt her stomach lurching, but not because of anxiety but for the flutter of her heart, which seemed to throw all her blood into her stomach.

An enchanting music echoed through the air, the violin strings playing around with their friendly notes as the golden sparkles emerged through those high-quality decorations. A shimmering chandelier emerging from the middle of the ceiling, lighting the whole place with the candles inside of it. The restaurant was packed with high-class people clamping around the middle of the entire floor. Ryan barely got a seat as they arrived suddenly and received a corner table with a few disadvantages of not getting to see the place’s special performance, where two dancers took the role of their main entertainer. His assistant Jim and a lady sat around a round table filled with some starters and juices.Ryan, in the middle of them, gawked at their silly tantrums quarreling about before. A waiter in a white striped shirt brought the food he ordered. The lavish lunch looked delicious even though the lady still argued that it smelled awful, yet her mouth seemed to water

 ‘The study room should be upstairs,’ Ryan mumbled. The wide staircase landed right in front of his feet as he stepped on the stairs, hoping no one will disturb him anymore that he was meeting his grandfather, who was still in the dining hall. His digestive system must be poor or he was too lazy to eat up fast that Mr. Dayholt was still in his lunch while Ryan finished. Rather than eating fast, he almost skipped everything to desserts and after a bowl of egg tart, he went off.“Where do you think you are going?” a voice yelled behind him. Though not loud enough for people in the dining to hear him. The frail person wobbled to stand, his blood-red eyes shooting fierce glances at him. His over loose night dress, still on his frail figure, suggested his absence from the dining table. He was probably still asleep when he appeared.“Mind your business, John,” Ryan snapped. With the thin p