When Fatima went inside the house, she saw her mom exiting Marcus’ room. “How is it? Did you send Lance out?” Andrea asked. “Yes, mom. Is Marcus sleeping?” “As if that kid will sleep after finding out that his friend is his neighbor. He’s jumping up and down on his bed.” Andrea picked up his hand bag. “Your father is looking for me. So, I had to go.” “I will send you home!” “No need. Marcus will look for you. Besides, I have a driver with me.” “Alright. Take care on your way home, mom.” “I had to. Manuel will cry if something bad happens to me.” “Oho~ Are you boasting how much you and dad love each other?” They chuckled together. When the laughs subsided, they remembered things which made them anxious. Well, what happened happened. It is not that they can change anything even after knowing the truth. “Fatima, it’s wrong to stop Lance from liking Jane, right?” Andrea asked the rhetorical question. “Yes,” Fatima answered. “No matter how worried we are, we cannot stop him fr

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

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

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

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