Street Lights || Sim Jake

29 ¦ I trust you

"Thank you," I smiled gratefully at Cayetana and snuggled up to her a bit as she pulled me into a hug. My shift today was done and somehow I missed my friend. 

He had always talked to me when I wasn't quite done, but today he hadn't even shown up. I also wanted to thank him, because if he hadn't joined me today when I ran into Heeseung, I probably wouldn't have worked up the courage to wish the plague on him. 

So I would just take the tramway in the other direction, intercept Jake at the Race track, and then later still go to Abuela's hospital, since I barely found time to visit her due to all the drama. While I was sure she wasn't mad at me, I still felt bad. 

The tramway pulled up and I rose from the red bench. Honestly, I still didn't know how to act towards Jake because well.... 

Even though we had both said to forget it, my mind kept seeming to wander back to that night. It always sent a shiver down my spine when I remembered Jake's reddish lips against my skin so called and made me sigh. Even though none of this had happened in a romantic way, it had definitely felt that way.

In that moment, when I was very close to him, I had felt extremely secure, which had also led me to give myself to him. The right to be angry at Jake was not given to me, because as I had mentioned before. It takes two people to make a night together. 

I nearly stumbled off the tramway on the basis of my dull musings, then ran across the street to get to the race track. I heard no hum of the engines, which told me the guys were no longer practicing, and there was only Jake's car there. 

This confused me even more as I then spotted a rather classier car nearby and quietly plodded to the garages. I felt like the tension in the air was getting thicker the more steps I took toward the Spaniard. 

I didn't know if he was really there, but I thought I heard muffled voices, so I headed toward them. 

"You know, instead of sitting in the casino all night, maybe you could come home and finally be the husband Mom deserves." 

I stopped in my steps, not sure if I should be here. The Spaniard's voice sounded anything but nice and friendly and I definitely didn't want to get involved in any private matters. 

"Instead of disrespecting your father, you could be that man and finally take the work away from your mother. It won't be long before you'll be the owner anyway. I don't understand at all why you hang around and spend your time with puny people. You belong to the upper class." 

I didn't know this voice, but from the context of this conversation, I could assume that this was his father. 

"Why I'm not staying in your suite? Because first of all, I'm not going to take over this shitty restaurant, and second of all, I couldn't stand living under the same roof with a complete idiot." 

A bang sounded and I assumed one of them had angrily punched a surface.