Chapter 2

She automatically raised one hand to his chest. She closed her eyes when she felt the necklace hanging around her neck and when she felt a strong wind blowing and she opened her eyes because the wind was different compared to before.

She just ignored the feeling of nervousness from the wind and continued walking when she was suddenly stopped. She saw something like a body. It was a bit far from where she was standing, but she could be sure that it was a man's body. She was about to take a step to approach it but she suddenly stopped.

What if it's a human body? Jean thought about leaving that place but she couldn't put her foot down. Her emotions were debating whether she should look or not.

She clenched her hand and took a deep breath before she decided to approach that person.

And when she got close she bent down to see the man's face but she couldn't see very well because she was on his knees.

She decided to wake her up, her hand still shaking when her palm touched her back.

"Sir, mister." she called while Jean shook the man slightly but unfortunately she didn't even wake him up and move.

Her chest felt heavy when she tried to wake him up again but still nothing happened. So she decided to let it go. She used all her strength. It was a big man so she really struggled. When she did that, she quickly cradled his head.

Her heart beat faster when she could observe the man's appearance. She slightly adjusted her glasses to get a better look at the man.

And maybe any woman will feel the same way when she sees a man's face. Even though the man closed his eyes, she could tell that he was very handsome. White, with a sharp nose, long eyelashes, long hair that barely covered his face and red lips that seemed to be tempting to kiss, as if she would faint from staring at his lips, so she avoided looking at man's lips

Jean violently turned her gaze to the others because she seemed to be fantasizing about the unconscious man she didn't even know.

She tried to wake him up again.

"Mister...mister, wake up." she said to the man and shook his shoulder again but he was still unconscious.

She looked around. When she saw a man approaching them, she immediately asked him to help her lead the unconscious man to one of the chairs there to lie down. When they laid the man down, the man who helped her quickly said goodbye.

Jean shook the man to wake him up and raised her voice slightly.

"Mister, wake up!" If he doesn't wake up, she will take him to the hospital and wonder what happened to the man.

Because of what she thought, she quickly looked at the man's body. She felt his chest, stomach and arms to make sure that there were no bullet wounds or wounds on his body. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure that there was no wound on his body and he barely opened his eyes.

Her eyes widened, she pulled back the hand that was holding the man's body when she looked into his eyes and shyly moved away from it. Maybe later he will think that she is doing something wrong here.

Jean noticed that the man stared at her for a long time before looking around.

She had a strange feeling in his looks around that you thought he had just seen or arrived at that place. After a while he looked back at her.

Jean swallowed. She wasn't wrong earlier to think that the man was really handsome. His eyes are black as if he can read my actions and personality. She thought he might be more handsome if he was smiling.

She clenched her hand wherever her mind took him. She is surprised because she is not like that no matter how many handsome men she meets. But why was she so impressed by the handsomeness of this man, whom she had just seen? There were other things that tried to enter her mind but she quickly dismissed them.

After a while it spoke.

"What place is this?" she heard the man ask.

Jean was surprised. Is this really a serious question? It's on the baywalk but it doesn't know what that place is?

She quickly looked at the man, he didn't look crazy. And just by its clothes you can tell that he doesn't belong in that place.

The man is wearing long sleeves that are folded up to his elbows, slacks and shiny shoes, as if his form is for a meeting and not for the baywalk.

She smiled at the thought.

"You're here in this place but you don't know the name of this place? Are you kidding me?" she asked the man, smiling back.

Before speaking, the man took a sip and seemed to think about what he would answer to me.

"Because I don't remember, Miss. I don't even remember how I got here by your side."

Jean sighed. It's not like he has amnesia or epilepsy that suddenly shakes and faints and then when he wakes up he can't remember what happened.

"I saw you lying there earlier." She points to the place where she first found it Jean also tells how it ended up next to him. She nodded after she told me what happened.

"Thank you, then." It smiled gratefully.

Later, Jean felt a sense of helplessness as he stared at her. She looked away so he wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she glanced slightly at the man to see the reaction on his face.

Instead of speaking and answering her question, he stood up and stretched. He also seemed to be moving something behind him and was checking to see if it was okay. He also bowed slightly and then straightened his back. Gradually he seemed to feel disgusted. Isn't this crazy?

"Hmm, I'm fine. There's no pain in my body." later he answered her question earlier.

Jean just nodded and thought that the man was going to leave too so she sat comfortably on a bench where she had laid him earlier. She took out her bag of ciabatta bread because she felt a little hungry and started eating.

But Jean had only taken one bite of her ciabatta bread when she noticed out of the corner of his eye that he still wasn't leaving where he was standing and that he was also looking at her. And for a while he sat next to her.

She looked at the man.

"Is there a problem?"

"Nothing. Nothing." answered the man quickly.

Jean continued eating but the man next to her still didn't leave. She gasped for air.

"Don't you have anything important to do? Or are you going somewhere?" she asked the man again.

He smiled at her and then said.

"Nothing, don't worry I have nowhere else to go."

She frowned. She was starting to doubt the man but he still chose to remain silent.

"Are you hungry? Do you want it?" Jean asked here.

"No, I'm not hungry. Just eat. Don't worry about me." answered the man.

Jean was completely frustrated with the man's answers to her. Maybe it's not in the right mindset.

She just hurried to eat and quickly stood up and walked away from here. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got away from the man, she wanted to regret helping him.

"Miss, you left it."

Jean almost jumped in shock at the man's sudden appearance at her side. When she looked at what he was handing, it was the plastic that she had put the ciabatta bread that she had eaten earlier.

"What am I going to do with that?" she asked, annoyed.

"Throw it away, Miss." his smiling face answered.

"You should throw it in the right bin. What if the wind blows it out to sea?"

Jean laughed at what the man said. She couldn't help but look at the man again.

If you think about the class of its form, you can say that it is faithfully serving the government

Jean grabbed the bag from the man's hand and quickly turned around. Perhaps this is a government employee. It can also be a member of a nongovernmental organization. She just shook her head at the thought. But she stopped walking when she felt as if someone was following her. She violently confronted the man. Her suspicions were correct because she saw the man walking in her direction. Jean was surprised by this and then asked about it.

"Are you following me?"

He smiled at her again. She was already feeling irritated with the man.

"What do you think?" he asked her back.

"Don't follow me anymore, can you just go home!" Jean said loudly. And then ran away. When you look at it. She just met someone else and the outcome is the same. She just looked around confused.