Saturday came sooner than Jefferson had anticipated.And he just realized that tonight is Saturday night, which means there will be an inevitable long traffic jam because everyone is out for the weekend; Jefferson took a deep breath, cursing his not-so-good luck.Andrew was playing with his phone, and Jefferson's sigh caught his attention. Andrew kicked Jefferson's leg lightly. And he didn't think it was a problem, but Jefferson kicked his leg so hard he screamed, and Mr. Brooke almost spilled the coffee he was drinking.Fortunately, few visitors came today; they were the only ones in the cafe. People were busy spending their weekends going to beautiful and aesthetic places, not to ugly places like this market. But at least their little argument didn't need to be seen by too many people. However, he was worried about how he would make it through Tuesday when the cafe became crowded.What Jefferson needed to worry about was right now, where he would have to be stuck with that pervert u
As planned, Jefferson came home from the market at three o'clock in the afternoon to avoid the crazy traffic jams. The roads started to look crowded when Jefferson got home; maybe if he waited about two or three hours later, he'd be stuck in that traffic. Jaxson gave him permission to come home earlier, even before Jefferson gave him an explanation; it seemed like they didn't need to be too hung up on the schedule. Jefferson now believed what Malvin and Howard had said; the gossip was true, and they were paid to be silent and pretend. Unlike Andrew, he didn't care; he just followed Jefferson to the exit, still trying to ask him on a date; Jefferson refused to accept it. But this time, it was different. Instead of forcing Jefferson or doing the annoying things he usually does, Andrew gave his address with a photo of his gate, just in case Jefferson lost. He parked his motorbike right beside Jefferson's motorbike. Jefferson looked at him with a confused look; he rode his motorbik
Jefferson no longer intended to continue his layout drawing; he kept thinking about the recruitment. He swung his feet two hours ago. Jefferson was just grading and adding unnecessary details, scribbling in some blank spaces; he kept himself busy with useless little things. While that pervert had just arrived with messy hair, he still looked sleepy. He yawned and sat across from Jefferson; he then smiled. He arrived at eleven, though he should have arrived at nine in the morning. But Jefferson was glad he came late because he could have a peaceful breakfast at Aunt Addie's shop, she sells porridge in the morning, and her salad was available at noon. But the porridge also tastes delicious. As soon as Andrew arrived, he immediately threw his head on the table, using his hand as a pillow. But there was one thing that put Jefferson in a sudden good mood; he was wearing the leather jacket he had bought at the mall yesterday, although he appeared overdressed for wearing it to the marke
Jefferson didn't care about the visitor who turned their heads towards them; maybe if they stopped and pulled Jefferson away from Andrew, perhaps he would care, but luckily there wasn't. Jefferson grabbing his Andrew's collar tightly, his eyes widening, his chin up, and his eyebrows raised; Jefferson would soon kill him if only they were in a quiet place. Looks like it's not the time for him to die. But that pervert just laughed, which Jefferson missed; Andrew held Jefferson's hand with one hand, and his other hand grabbed his phone and called Jaxson; it's cheating. Unfortunately, Jefferson found out about it when Andrew put the phone to his ear, and a voice came from there, making Jefferson release his grip on Andrew's collar. "Hi, Jaxson. I hope I'm not bothering you," he said. "Hey buddy, did he do something?" Jefferson's jaw clenched, and he got even more annoyed when he heard Jaxson's question; he talked about it straight away without asking anything else; they had planned
Andrew kept demanding Jefferson, reminding him almost every minute about their agreement. They came back to Mr. Tucker's cafe. Jefferson snorted in annoyance. He pushed Andrew away from him because he had been moving his body closer to Jefferson until his shoulders touched the wall. "Are you blind? There are many people around us." "Where? Isn't it just the two of us here?" Andrew moved his body again, but Jefferson immediately extended his arms, making Andrew stop. Andrew relented, and he moved away. But he glanced at Jefferson sarcastically, with a sharp corner of his eye, his gaze directed ahead. "Well, I didn't think you would break your own promise. I shouldn't have trusted you," Andrew muttered, then took a sip of the coffee Jefferson had ordered for him this morning. Although it no longer tasted good because all the ice had melted, Jefferson should have ordered coffee without ice for him. Jefferson groaned. "You really are annoying! I can't kiss you in a place like thi
Jefferson came to the office the next day, and a clear Wednesday sky greeted him, making him feel good, like a sunflower standing tall and welcoming the sun. But when he got to the office, Jefferson couldn't focus on his work, and he'd only read two paragraphs because what happened yesterday didn't stop spinning in his head, especially the kiss and the "zombie" that ruined it. Luckily Malvin and Howard weren't there, so even though he didn't finish today's work, Jefferson stayed in the office until the time he should get home. He continues his work at home because he doesn't want today's work to pile up with tomorrow's. And luckily, once he got home and went straight to his garden, Jefferson could gain his focus. And the next day. It was a gloomy Thursday morning because it had been raining since morning. Jefferson went to his office by car, even though he preferred to ride a motorbike because it made him arrive faster and he could easily avoid traffic jams. But there is something
And Jefferson knew what Andrew wanted to do, and he again used Jefferson's desperation to his advantage. Jefferson glared at him, gritting his teeth as he looked at Andrew gleefully walking over to that place, to the corner of the fabric shop where Jefferson had kissed him last week. Jefferson was even more annoyed when Andrew leaned on the same place, between the tall fabric rolls, especially when he spread his arms as if to invite Jefferson to hug him, that pervert! Did Jefferson seem so easily caught up in his heinous and uneducated scheme? Jefferson glared at him, making Andrew uncomfortable, then groaned; without saying anything, Jefferson turned and walked away from him. But Andrew immediately held his hand. "Come on, Jefferson." Jefferson turned his head, and he looked at Jefferson with the same smile that never faded, no matter how mean and fierce Jefferson looked at and treated him, especially when he refused almost all of Andrew's invitations to date. "There's no one he
Amid the doubts, Jefferson still went to the market on Saturdays, arriving at nine in the morning as usual. But he didn't go to Mr. Brooke's cafe as usual, but he went up to the second floor and went to the cafeteria for breakfast. With his eyes fixed on the old man opening his shop, Jefferson squeezed his jacket; there was the registration file hidden under it. But until he finished his breakfast and the man was sitting in front of his shop, Jefferson didn't walk up to him, and he went downstairs to Mr. Brooke's cafe. He didn't want Andrew to worry if he knew that Jefferson still intended to register himself. Out of the corner of Jefferson's eye, as he climbed the stairs, Jefferson saw several people who had come to the shoe store and registered themselves; Jefferson envied their passionate intentions. Jefferson's face withered even more than Andrew, who had just woken up. He stirred his coffee, making the sound of ice clattering. Andrew glanced at Jefferson, and he didn't even