Key To Lost Memories

-Chapter 9- Start of A Scenario (1)

Key Lost Memories -Chapter 9- Start of A Scenario (1)

*Publishing my old drafts... No, I am not continuing this with this name. I. Hate. It.
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He decided to place the shopping bags inside his room for now.

His house sometimes smells like tea and freshly baked goods, after using his oven of course. He didn’t feel like baking today, he didn’t have enough time. He just watered his plants and flowers like roses and poppies from his backyard, rechecked his house before locking the door and left.

“…Are you sure you don’t know what this is?” He asked calmly. She shook her head.

“Technically, I do. But I'm not sure. It just looks like water mixed with glow in the dark blue paint… it does seem safe if you put it that way…”

“Yeah… thanks anyway. Want one though?”

“Yes please. It looks cool plus, seems useful for blackouts!” He gave her one of the bottles.

Even though Kate is a carefree and fun person, he knows just how smart she is. She's part of their group after all, an officer. She earned her spot. He knows that even though she can see through his lies sometimes, just on how much she trusts him. She just doesn’t mention it.

“By the way… we got some weird email about an attack..." Hiroko raised a brow. He also submitted a letter to the post office earlier about the underground base inside the parking area… that's probably why he hasn't heard from it until now.

“Is that so? May I see it later?”

“Sure! Ah, finally! My shift is over, bye!” She quickly ran out of the room. Soon, Hiroko followed as well… but then remembered what he had to do…

He’s just wearing his casual clothes with the sleeves of his white jacket pushed to the side. He keeps on looking at his pocket watch while looking at the window inside his local cafe, nervous. He slightly fixed the pink ribbon tying his hair. It was a cozy café with cream-colored walls, wooden floors, and a few fake plants with white pots. There was a black sign outside, big windows instead of walls, an automatic glass door, and a chandelier. There were a few plants placed outside of the café with white, rectangular shaped pot.

Luckily, he doesn’t go to interviews… anymore. So, he’s not as popular as the other detectives even with the name the “Detective Prince.” But he’s still “well loved” or whatever they called it, and sometimes still gets people’s attention for some reason…

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“Hey, that guy got a solo interview again…? What was his name again?” He stopped. 

“Why couldn’t he just be a model? That’s much more easier with his looks.”

“He may have the brains but… Seriously, have you heard the rumors circulating about him?”

“Isn't he a minor? Shouldn't he just take on teenage modeling instead?"

"I know right, I just said that! Besides..."

“You’re the one who wasn’t listening to me!”

  “…” He listened outside the door, clutching the cloth on his hands as he looked down at the floor. Leaning on the door as he listened in.

“Not to mention, he isn't the most friendliest of the bunch…”

“Ha! As if anyone would want to talk to a brat like you anyway–”