"Watch out where you're going, dumbass!" A biker shouted at Jesse, who was almost hit by the bicycle as he walked mindlessly on the side of the road. The streets were already packed with people, all with the New York morning rush hour. The working class mob were out and about, scrambling to get to their menial, humdrum and routinary boring lives. It was an unusually cold morning for August, barely a few weeks before summer transitioned into autumn. Steam rose up from the manholes, providing some sense of warmth to the homeless folks seated on the cold concrete sidewalks. Jesse's attention was fixed on his phone's inbox, checking for messages. He took a profusely long drag on his cigarette, carefully scrolling up and down to check if K has already sent him a text.Two weeks had slowly passed, Jesse haven't heard anything from her. He acted like a totally crazy person the first few days after they met at Castello. Every time he went out, he searched for a pair of deep blue eyes - wi
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