Tuesday came.Inside the coffee shop, Valerie was sitting by the window while enjoying a cup of Americano.While looking outside the window, Valerie glanced at the vintage style umbrella in the shop’s balcony and the early-morning sun which was gleaming on the downtown streets, bringing with it a rush of activity.It was a sweet Tuesday morning. But for Valerie, it is the time to move according to her goal.As she enjoyed the blanket of warm air and the rich aroma of coffee inside the quiet and empty shop, a man sat on the chair across from her.“Good morning, Madam,” the man greeted.Valerie looked at the man wearing a pair of round glasses and training suit jacket.He is Louis Therox. Although he looks like the man next door, he is actually working as a broadcaster, filmmaker, journalist and an author. Louis has received two academy television awards and royal magazine society award after his first employment as a journalist in the United states. After that, he was hired as a writ
Cyrus was driving around Jane’s neighborhood.There is a possible investor who Cyrus was trying to win a favor of. He heard that this investor came back to the country to find his past lover. It is one emotional story, on which Cyrus wanted to use as his way to gain a new ally.“I can’t believe I am trying to reunite two lovers,” Cyrus said while driving.Cyrus peeked at the name of the street above the sign.[“Olive”]If it is Olive street, then it is near Lance's flower shop and the apartment building where Jane lives. Cyrus knows this because he once sent the drunken Jane back home with Lance.Recalling that, the scene where Jane threw up in his car flashed back. He felt the fury went alive. Although he got rid of the smell, he felt like there is still this sour and nauseating smell inside his car.However, when Cyrus remembered Jane singing the Spongebob theme song, the rage disappeared.‘After finding the investor, I will go visit the flower shop.’Cyrus does not exactly know why
Jane’s POVI bent down and tried to move the grate of the drainage. But it won’t budge.It may be locked or something.Catching my breath, I looked down, then saw the key glistening there.“It’s there!” I walked to my hatched back. I have a branch and I used that to try getting the key. With no luck, I couldn’t get it.“Argh!”Breathing heavily, I glared at the coffee shop.All I wanted is to offer help but here I am, getting a key for someone else.“B*stard,” I mumbled while thinking of the main reason why I am struggling here.Just a moment ago, Miss Elvie went out of the coffee shop to see me. However, Cyrus asked her if he could talk to her and that he brought a very important news.When miss Elvie asked if Cyrus and I are acquainted, Cyrus answered like this:[“Yes. Miss Jane is my BEST FRIEND. My car key dropped into the drainage and Jane said she will get it for me. While she does, can we have a talk?”]After that, Cyrus just tapped me in the back and whispered:[“Think of it a
It’s cool and dark outside of the car. Dark clouds hovering above and heavy drops of water fall from the dull clouds. The streetlights of the morning blurred with the flow of water on the side windows, our speed not fast enough to force the drops flow back along the windows.The rain on the windshield is pleasant to watch. The way the drops clump together and make small river that travel to the window before being slashed by the windshield wipe.It’s calming to watch the water move as it wants, making new trails as the wind fights to push the raindrops upwards.‘Calming? Yes. Right now I need to look and focus on the things that will make me calm down as it was freaking awkward here inside Cyrus’s car.’ Hearing the sound of the wipers which occasionally slid up and down, I took a sigh before shifting my head towards the window.Just a moment ago, I told Cyrus that the reason why I was kind to him is because Haidee is my friend and that I know that he loves her.Whether he’ll be mad o
Jane told the story of Cyrus and Haidee to Lance.Lance had a guess but still he was surprised. He noticed that there is already something between Haidee and Cyrus after seeing them together on the golf course. He was taken aback to know that Eric’s fiancée is Cyrus’s ex-girlfriend.‘That was a huge plot twist,’ Lance thought.“Now I understand,” Lance murmured.Jane looked at her boss.“The reason why Cyrus was so mad at his family, I can understand now,” he continued.Jane nodded her head as if to agree with his statement.“He despised Eric because of Haidee,” Lance said. “If I am him, I might go crazy either.”But as of now, Cyrus does not have enough power to go against Desmond. That is why he’s making a mess between them.‘Which is why he thought of using Jane before,’ Lance thought, before he turned his head to look at her. ‘I shouldn’t pity a man who was willing to use someone, but I did anyway.’ “I talked to Eric about this,” Jane said. “I thought he would change his mind. Bu
The flower shop is closed, and yet, Lance was still waiting outside the shop while rain bucketed down.Cool wind began to pick up, it seemed to form a frosty blade, which slices through Lance’s warmth. It penetrated his skin, forcing its way through his jacket, funneling through his sleeves and out of his collar.A thin and muggy fog nestled in.“It’s getting late,” Lance said, looking at the apartment building.He raised his hand and caught the needle-like droplets of water falling as he took shade under the roof of his shop.The sultry wind started to violently toss the rain about, and walls of raindrops falling toward the earth are rounded up and slung hard, walloping building facades, and enveloping parked cars.Even if Jane brought an umbrella with her, Lance felt worried as the rain kept on getting stronger and stronger. He looked at the weather forecast just a moment ago and heard that there was this low-pressure area within their country’s area of responsibility.The camping w
Lance sent Jane back to Eric’s house. They didn’t talk that much in the car.One thing is sure, they were both thinking about the reporter Jane met a while ago.Journalists aren’t allowed to publish an article without proper evidence, but they couldn’t help but feel anxious.What if they find one?“We’re here,” Lance said.Snapped out, Jane looked at the driver and then looked around. She noticed just now that they had arrived outside Eric’s house.“Ahh, right. Thanks, Sir,” Jane said. She unbuckled her seatbelt and stared at Lance. “I will give this back to you tomorrow.”She pointed to the huge Soccer T-shirt she’s wearing. It is Lance’s clean T-Shirt which was in his car. It is his favorite sports shirt, and he bought it today because he promised to play Soccer with his friends tonight.Jane was wet before, that’s why he gave it to her.“That’s my favorite shirt. But you don’t need to give it to me right away.”“Why?”“I am acting as your boyfriend. Who knows, it may come handy one
Jane’s POV “Take it off on your own, or I’ll take it off for you. Choose one.” When Eric asked me the question, I felt the heat rising in my body. There are so many ‘whys’ in my head. Why do I need to take it off? Why is he mad? Why do I need to listen to him? I bit my lower lip, as if hurting myself would help. But when I lifted my head and saw his blue eyes under his crumpled thick brows, I figured out that hurting myself wouldn’t do anything. If there’s something that would help, then that is to ask him directly. “Why is this a problem? Why are you getting mad just because of this?” Eric grasped his brown hair upward and the next thing he did befuddled me. He smirked. His face that was always blank, showed me sarcasm. Eric was smiling, but he’s mad. “Why is it a problem,” Eric repeated my words. He put his hand back to the wall and said, “I believe I already told you the reason the other day. Didn’t I?” Suddenly, I remember the words he told me before. [“Because I