Night 29

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-Jasper's P.O.V-



I peek over my shoulder and see Luke and Kyle disappear into the crowd.

To think I'll have to see him again in almost 4 hours...

"What kind of pretzel are you going to get?" Kaleb asks excitedly.

"I'm here for you, you know."

"Yeah, but we can at least share one!"

"I like cinnamon sugar," I answer truthfully.

"I like the original."

"Well then... this is a predicament," I sigh.

"Not necessarily," he smiles. "Excuse me miss, can we get an original pretzel, but could you put butter on it, then rub it in the cinnamon sugar powder?"

She stares at him puzzled. "I mean...is that what you want?"

"Yes ma'am!"

She does what he asks, and I pull out my wallet.

"I'll pay for it," Kaleb argues.

"That's alright," I hand her my card.

Kaleb takes it out of my hand before she can take it. "I said I got it."

"Kaleb-"

"Jasper," he mocks.

"I'll pay for it," A new voice enters, handing the lady a twenty-dollar bill. "Keep the change."

"Thank you very much!" She exclaims opening the register and collecting her tip.

"You are coming with me," he continues grabbing Kaleb by the arm and dragging him to the side.

"Wait a minute," I call stopping him. "Who do you think you are?"

"I'm Jonathan Lloyd. Kaleb's manager," he turns towards me fully. "Who are you?"

He seemed to be in his mid or late thirties. He had hazel brown eyes and chocolate brown hair. He was also wearing an all-black suit with a white button-up underneath.

I spare a glance at Kaleb, and he looks like his mood was completely ruined. "Are you the reason Kaleb was crying yesterday?" I question mildly upset.

He looks at Kaleb. "You were crying? I told you that crying would irritate your eyes!"

"I wasn't!" Kaleb rebuttals slightly annoyed.

Jonathan takes a deep breath. "Kaleb, Chi diavolo è quel ragazzo comunque (Who the hell is that guy anyway)?"

"Questo 'ragazzo' si chiama Jasper ('This guy' is called Jasper)," I reply not taking my eyes off of him.

He shows me a tense smile. "Cheeky. Look, can I just be honest with you? I don't like you. At all."

"Jon-" Kaleb steps in.

I hold my hand up to silence him. "That's just fine. I was about to say the same thing."

"That doesn't matter much, because Kaleb and I will be leaving shortly."

I narrow my eyes at him.

"Come on Kaleb," Jonathan states tugging at his arm.

"Can't I just stay for a few more minutes?" He fights.

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