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No matter the person that did this to Jack's car. It wasn't fair in my book. I wonder why the alarm had not gone off. They had smashed the window just to take off with nothing. He had no window now. That was repairable of course and he did not lose anything. I look at him and saw his face. If there is something I learned growing up is that people can tell you a lot through their angry reactions. When you're a very angry person it does not show all the time. For me, it's how they linger on the subject. That means when you have an argument in the future with this person they will not let it go. So you are stuck and unable to fix what went wrong. It grows into something that damages the relationship. What I see in Jack's face was relief and I laughed. "Why are you laughing?" He asks. His arms were finally relaxed. I answer " You almost look relieved." I chuckle. "Sade it could have been worse. We would be in the car and get hurt. I think that kid went out of his way for a baked good."He scratch the back of his head looking at his window again. I was relieved that he didn't think about anything but just us. The vehicle to him was an afterthought. Too many times in life I made the wrong friends that would need me to coddle at unnecessary times. I was going to ask him about cleaning whatever mess got in the car when a worker from the bakery came over. Her name tag says her name is Helen and she is walking over with a trash bag and a rag. She is wearing a scarf too big for her body and uncomfortable for the warm weather. "A saw the whole thing. That kid made out with some pretty expensive chocolate pretzels. But not enough to cover the expenses of a window for a Lexus. Here I brought you these things that might help you." she says. She sits them down by the car. "Thank you so much," I say and she waves her hand while walking away. My guardian angel is a worker at a bakery with the name Helen. I proceed to clean the inside of the car. Jack picks up the pieces that still hang on the frame. We finish and we set off to his place once again.

I never thought we would get to Jack's place. The building is on top of a high hill and about ten minutes away from the city. He does do this every day? Thinking from here I can figure that it's commuting. A lot of people do it. We walk towards his building and it's quiet. People are everywhere because you see lights on in apartments. We enter the building and it almost looks like a hotel. The lobby is carpeted and plants, flowers, and statues are placed meticulously. There is a desk in a corner for I don't know what reason. I am not paying attention and run into the elevator doors. "Hey, you have to be careful. Good thing the doors hadn't opened yet." Jack says. I rub my forehead. I have to stop hurting myself. "What floor do you live on?"I ask. "Third floor," he replies. I look at the elevator and think how I live on the twentieth floor and most of the time the elevator was out of order. The elevator opens and we step in. I lean against the cool elevator wall and semi-close my eyes. I drop both my bags and sigh. I hear a ding and Jack tells me to follow him. My heart starts to race and I'm not sure why that is happening. Do I need my medication? Am I excited to be at Jack's place? It can be both. Right before we go into the apartment I watch as he enters the key into the lock and looks up to push the door. Jack looks like a delicate man and I love that. He is strong because I have seen him carry heavy supplies around the Art Factory and sometimes little kids climb on him. I would assume he is not delicate. I have never found the big muscles type to be my kind of guy.  I just never found it attractive. Jack clears his throat and I'm back from my thoughts. I hope he did not see me blush just now. "Sade let me show you around."  He proceeds to lead me through his apartment and give me a small tour. He has a lot of paintings. One, in particular, I find a bit sad a skull with half of it melting. There are also rock and roll memorabilia. Not in any kind of particular case just random displays. "Will like something to eat? Is Chef Boyardee okay?" He looks in his cabinet. " Oh yes, that's fine." I sit at the table leaning over in vain to see what's in the cabinet.

Everything is quiet as we hear the microwave work. I chuckle. "What?" Jack asks. "I don't know I want to fill the silence beside the microwave," I reply. "Oh." he laughs. We both laugh and the microwave dings. Jack serves both of us. "Bon Appetit and how about some music?" He pours me some water. " I would love music, Jack." I gulp the ice-cold water and cough. "You okay there?" He asks. "Oh yes, I'm good thanks," I reply.  I watch him as he shuffles a pile of papers and brings out an iPad. Jack doesn't bother asking what to play and I don't mind. I trust his taste was alike in that manner. The music starts to play and I'm honestly surprised. The sweet sound just takes me to another time and I feel like I want to dance. I am a little bit embarrassed to but to hell with it Dance like nobody's watching.

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