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It was nice meeting you

It was Jackson

Emerson's brother.

What does Oliver has to do with Emerson's brother?

I can't believe how small our world was. I mean, what are the odds.

Andy: I think I know the guy in the black hoodie 
Ollie: Jackson?
Ollie: well everybody knows him around here, but I never thought that his business went all the way through NYC
Andy: his business?
Ollie: I never thought you'll be one of those types Andy
Andy: what do you mean?
Ollie: you know what I mean
Andy: I don't
Andy: how do you know him?
Ollie: we go back from college
Andy: and what's this business you're talking about?
Ollie: he's a famous supplier around here
Andy: as in...
Ollie: he's a drug dealer
Andy: omg I didn't know
Ollie: yeah, he and his brother had a big network here in Cali, they supplied to me and my friends during my college years.

I kept reading Oliver's text over and over. Emerson was or maybe he still is a drug dealer. Oh my god. I felt like air was being pulled out of my lungs.

Then all made sense, he's been working since he was 13, what other job could a 13 year old boy could have to support him and his little brother?My heart ache for him, for those two lonely kids that had to fall under the influence of drugs to survive. It also made sense a lot of things he has told me, like when he said that "he pulled some strings", also that his brother was in prison.

Ollie: hey are you there?
Andy: sorry it just caught me by surprise
Ollie: why?
Andy: I actually know his brother 
Ollie:  you know Emerson?
Andy: yes, actually he's my next door neighbor
Ollie: are you kidding me?
Andy: nope
Ollie: Andy you have to swear that you're not gonna tell him what I just told you, please, don't even tell him you met me, please.
Andy: don't worry Ollie I will not tell him. I swear
Ollie: I'm sorry Andy but I don't think we should still doing what we're doing, I'm sorry, really, I was really starting to like you, it was nice meeting you
Andy: Ollie, I swear I'm not going to tell him anything, I was starting to really like you too

He didn't answer back.

What the hell?

My stomach felt sick. He was a drug dealer. And why did Oliver was scared of him? Was he dangerous? Has he killed people? Oh god, the thought of him killing someone made me nauseous. I can't believe this.

I couldn't stay like this. I needed more information.

So I stood up from the couch and went to knock on his door fiercely. But there was no response. I forgot he went to the bar.

I couldn't be left like this. So I grabbed my purse, my keys and my phone and left to find his bar. I needed and explanation I needed to know if it was true. If he was a drug dealer. So I went there hoping it wasn't true.

When I got into the street I started looking for his bar. He have never told me what the name of his bar is or where it is, the only thing that he's told me is that it's around the corner. But which corner?

I put on my mask and started walking to the corner in my right, but there was no bar, so I started walking in the other direction, and when I turned the corner I saw a little sports bar,

Em's Bar

Bingo.

I walked straight there with madly steps.
The bar looked nice, small, but nice. It had a little board on the window that said

We're open
TAKE OUT ONLY

I took a deep breathe and opened the door, the sound of a little bell echoed through the bar. The place looked empty and dark, with lots of TVs around and a lot of empty chairs and stools.

Emerson walked out of the kitchen, he was wearing a grey apron and he looked so sexy. And when he saw me there standing by the door he stood shocked and then smiled. That smile that could literally dropped me to my knees.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"
He asked sweetly, surprised of my visit
Then a guy walked out of the kitchen holding a box with glasses.
"This is Corbin, he's the chef around here" he said
"Hey Corbin" I said.
"This is Andy" Emerson introduced me.
"Hi Andy, it's great to finally meet you, this guy only talks about you" Corbin said.
I laughed
"I was wondering if we could talk, in private?" I said to Emerson.
Emerson nodded and walked with me outside of the bar.
He looked at me closely, intrigued of what was I about to say
"What's up?" He said casually
I stood there quiet for a moment, trying to decipher the words to tell him, to ask him if he was a drug dealer.

I took a deep breath and dropped the bomb.

"Do you sell drugs?"