Subway Snapshot

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER TEN

As a knock came to the door, I promptly put the cookies in the oven, then walked over. After checking the peephole, I let Jeziah in. "Hi," I said.

He hummed a bit tiredly. "I was going to take my roommate's bike here again, but I was much too lazy for that." I laughed. "Are the cookies done yet?"

"I just put them in the oven."

He furrowed his brows. "Sheesh!"
"I am not the best...food...making...type person in the world, okay? I'm an artist, not a baker."

"If they aren't delicious, I don't think this is going to work," he then said with a shake of his head. "I can't be the only one who can cook."

"You cook?"

"I had to somehow provide for myself once I moved away from home."

"So did I!" I defended. "I can make tacos, and grilled cheese sandwiches, and...cereal." I nodded. He let out a small breath of air from his nose. "Ramen! I can make Ramen."

"You mean Top Ramen?" He asked.

"I could learn how to poach an egg if I wanted to. I just don't." I crossed my arms.

"Do you mean soft boil an egg?" He raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

"Do you want cookies or not? I'm not giving you any if you aren't nice to me." He laughed.

"Okay, I'll be nice." I smiled. Heading to the couch, Jeziah proceeded to pull out a slip of paper and the picture of Leather Jacket Guy.

"Have you figured out who he is?"

"Actually no," he said. "But, I did take a picture of the picture and did a search."

"And?" I asked eagerly.

"Three addresses popped up." I furrowed my brows. "I think that anyone who could know anything about who he is probably lives at one of these places."

"How do you know though?"

"I don't," he said honestly. "I have no idea if the addresses that came up actually hold any importance with this picture or not, but I have to find out."

"This isn't just curiosity, Jeziah. This is someone's life you could be going into without any need to." I said seriously.

He stood and grabbed the back of his neck, walking aimlessly. "This is my life. These were my mom's photos that she took."

I stood and walked in front of him. "I get that; I really get that. But...this just seems like...a lot to go through for no reason. Couldn't you call your dad and ask first before just knocking on some stranger's door?" He sighed in distress, avoiding my gaze. "Unless...you already did?"

"I sent him the picture first and he got angry at me and," he shook his head. "I have to know why he got angry." I swallowed. "You're right; this isn't just about curing some curiosity anymore."

I nodded. "But what if you don't get any answers?"

"But what if I do?" I pursed my lips. "I'd really rather not do this alone too, Resonance." I swallowed. "But I understand if you aren't comfortable with that; I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."