Rose late at night(english translation)

The first night

Oliver's life has not been the best. He was piling work from college and his job was bad enough. He worked at an old gas station from 5:30-11:26. He was always tired and didn't sleep much. He cut short his home life when he went to college to get away from his father. Oliver was sitting behind Cashregitser. While he was sitting reading a manga, waiting for someone to walk into the store. Only drug addicts, motorcyclists, gangsters, and hipsters entered his store, so when the guy walked in around 9 p.m., it didn't surprise him.

But when this guy walked into the store it was different. His hair was slicked back and a dark chocolate brown colour. He was wearing a black shirt with a bright red jacket over it. Dye tucked into the jacket, all covered in a matching black coat. His pants were black trousers with brown shoes. Oliver looked at him up and down, finding him very attentive. The man gave him a look and then walked up and down the area. He quickly came to the table with a bottle of iced coffee, condoms, and a small bag of Skittles. "Silver Camel Cigarettes, two packs please." He asked in a heavy, hoarse tone.

He didn't even look at Oliver, just pulled out his cash to pay. But when he looked at Oliver to hand him his money, his eyes widened. Seeing Oliver's soft, light blond hair and pale skin, along with his fragile little body, something changed him. Oliver took his money and returned the rest to him, "Would you like a bag and read?" The man was still a little surprised by Oliver's appearance but said nothing of it, "B-Bag, please." Then the man handed Oliver a card and took his bag to leave. When Oliver looked at the card it had a number and a name on it. Gayford said. Oliver put the card in his pants pocket until his shift was over. When Oliver was going home, he remembered the card stuffed into his pocket. He pulled it out and took a moment to get his phone out.

He typed the number into his phone and called him. It took a long time but it never got picked up." Leave a message on the tune." *Beep* Oliver choked his anxiety and shivered at the words he wanted to say, "He...hello? I'm calming because someone called Mr. Gifford gave me his card on What do I think? Just wanted to know why. Thank you and mum... sorry to bother you - good night." He got upset about it and thought it was a really bad idea to call that number. He sighed when he reached his apartment.

As soon as he entered his house, he slipped on the bed, and fell asleep in his uniform. He was awakened by his phone ringing. Not even an hour of sleep. He looks at the blinded screen. The number was the same number he called a little while ago. Read the message Welcome? I'm calming because someone by the name of Mr. Gifford gave me his card, I suppose? I just wanted to know why. Thank you and mum...sorry to bother you - good night." He got upset about it and thought it was a really bad idea to call that number.

He sighed when he got to his apartment. Once inside his house, he slipped on the bed, and fell asleep in his uniform. He was Awake from his phone ringing Not even an hour of sleep Looking at the screen that blinded him The number was the same number he called a little while ago Read the message Welcome? I'm calming because someone called Mr. Gifford gave me his card, I suppose? I just wanted to know why. Thank you and mum...sorry to bother you - good night." He got upset about it and thought it was a really bad idea to call that number.

He sighed when he got to his apartment. Once inside his house, he slipped on the bed, and fell asleep in his uniform. He was Awake from his phone ringing Not even an hour of sleep Looking at the screen that blinded him The number was the same number he called a little while ago Read the message<Hello my name is Mr. Gayford. You're the one who gave that number, right?Oliver smiled oddly to himself as he answered by calling the number. Picked up after 5 tones. "Welcome?" asked the other side of the line, "Yes, hello! I'm the guy you met at the gas station! The guy who gave you the bag? Mr. Gifford bought, if I remember, Skittles, iced coffee, cigarettes, and...condoms..." he answered Oliver. The man on the other side laughed, "Well, that's you. I gave you my phone number because I wanted to be your friend. It's not because I get free stuff, it's just because I go to that store every time at 9 PM like I did this time, okay?"

Oliver Smiled, "Well! Shall we meet? Tomorrow will be good for you, won't it? ...Mr. Gayford?" "Yes, sure. It could work tonight if you too." Oliver blushed, "Okay, well, well, okay." My house or your house?" Mr. Gayford answered almost immediately, "Your. Send me your sister and I'll be there." The phone went silent when Oliver cursed it.

Then he quickly got up and cleaned his apartment. Just a few minutes later he heard the doorbell ring. Oliver stood up and opened the door. Mr. Gayford was standing before Oliver. His face is in Mr. Gayford's chest, just up to his lower collar bone. Oliver felt very small compared to him. He let him in and sat him down at the dining-room table.

"Let's go to work, I'll be at your store at 9 p.m. every night you work your shift there. I'd like to hear your schedule and some information about you." Oliver smiled nervously and laughed, "Well, I work weekends, Tuesdays, and Thursdays." Mr. Gayford took out his phone and seemed to write something in his calendar. "Okay, I'll start with an introduction. My name is Mr. Gayford, but call me Mr. F or Mr. Ford. I work in a busy company and I'm usually only available in the afternoons." Oliver scratched the back of his neck, "Okay, my name is Oliver. I'm a college student working on tricky streaks and due dates, haha." Mr. F laughed, "So you.... nervous? Perhaps angry?" Oliver smiled, "Well, yes indeed." Mr. F leaned over the table, "And how old did I say you are?" "Well, I am 24."

Mr. F looked up and down Oliver's body, "I am 31. But you look 17, Oliver." Mr. F grabbed Oliver's chin with his thumb, "Do you want me to de-stress you?" He smiled stoically.