Chapter 12

'Journeys end. Journeys end, wait a minute'

He unfolded a paper and started reading,

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? ‘It’s not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies not plenty;

Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

(Note: it's written by Shakespeare)

He bowed after completing, giving me a chance to notice what he is wearing.

'Is that your mother's coat?'

'A gentleman never kisses and tells, though I appreciate your interest in my attire. It speaks of your wifely qualities', he said haughtily.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a Long breath. I said, 'First, you are a kid, KID, not a gentleman. Second, stop with wifely qualities, that's just ew. Lastly, why are you quoting Shakespeare to me?'

'You are offending my sensibiliti