𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ／ j.h

𝐢𝐯.

𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔,
𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆?

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The entire taxi ride was filled with awkward silence, awkward small talk and awkward laughter. James could practically feel his skin crawling inside out.

First, the driver tried to make conversation with him. "Are you visiting your girlfriend?"

So, he honestly answered. "No. Actually, I do not know this person."

"Ah, Iㅡ I see." The driver chuckled lightly, going silent again.

Then, after a few more minutes of silence while James stared out the window, full of anxiety and excitement, the driver decided to speak again.

"Ever been to this side of the city, sir?" He politely asked, eyes still on the road.

"I haven't, no." James politely answered, eyes still on the buildings.

Finally after few more fifteen minutes, they had arrived at his destination. Without hesitation, James paid the cabbie and jumped out of the car, recognizing the building that Lexie had described in her letter.

Tall, but not too much. Arrogant-looking. Pale but vibrant. If it was a person, surely would be Johnny Cash, but without the whole drug situation, if you know what I mean.

He sighed in content, walking into the building and going directly to the black counter. "Hey, good mornin'. Does Alexia Jarsdel live here?"

The woman with faded red hair finally looked up from her notebooks, almost having a heart attack doing so. "What! I meanㅡ Iㅡ she does."

James nodded, another win on his book. "Great! Which floor, please?"

"Seventh. Do you want me to call her?" The woman still appeared to be hyperventilating, not believing that he was standing right in front of her.

"No! You don't need to." He nervously exclaimed.

"Then I can't allow you to enter, sir." She suddenly became serious, as if it had just downed on her that her job was to not allow strangers to go into people's houses.

Fucking hell. "Butㅡ I'm her friend, y'know? Just wanted to make her a little surprise, that's all."