Cold

Chapter 2: Good Deed

CHAPTER 2: Good Deed

The crowd began to increase on the streets after the rain stopped and sun showed up that morning. Not letting out of sight, I followed Friz by walking two blocks away from me. I shouldn’t be this far from him but because of these two men carrying a big glass tile came across my path out of nowhere.

Suddenly, Friz stopped at the corner of the street. I thought he also noticed the luxury car that passed ahead. From there, I had a chance to catch him.

I stood in front of him, noticed that he was uncomfortable holding his closed umbrella, so I took it from him.

“Did you talk to her?” he asked.

A passerby’s wet umbrella touched my left arm. Wiping it off, I said, “Well, she was rude at me.” I moved Friz back away from the crowd.

“She was trying to ask me about—” I was telling something but one rude car just splashed the puddle nearby that distracted me and made the people around whined.

“I was so stupid I told her my real name.” He grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the sunlight that dazzled him after he looked at me.

I heard what he said and noticed him turn side away from me. “What’s so stupid about that?”

I waited for a few seconds then he turned back. “She was my sister, Kieran. I could feel it. I could see my mom’s eyes on her. She didn’t even react the way that I expected if I ever see her again here in the city,” he said.

“She was very different. Of course, she was 10 years old the last time I saw her. I couldn’t believe that I would see her like that— a fine, first-class woman. She really got the benefit of being a daughter of a lucky man,” he added.

I moved back to the corner because of the moving crowd by the sidewalk.

I leaned my left palm on the building’s wall and looked at him. “Hey, I still don’t quite understand why that is stupid?” I scratched my chin. “Was she harmful? Is she going to kill you soon? Was she really that bad?” I asked a mouthful of questions that led to one answer.

“I didn’t know her,” Friz said and looked at his car across the street, one block away.

I stopped leaning on the wall. “Oh yeah, like don’t tell your real name from strangers especially to rich people that could actually pay money just to kidnap or worse kill you,” I said.

Tilted my head on where he was looking, I faced him again and jabbered, “Maybe, since you said she was your sister and she thought that you were dead. I know rich people have a lot of this so-called ‘will’ when they die and maybe, just maybe, that could be the reason of you being stupid as you already said your real name. But that’s just a guess, maybe there was a will! Your mother or stepfather died and then there was something for you. You never heard that they were—“

“You reminded me of someone.” Friz interrupted and smiled a little at me. Without warning, he crossed the street going to his car.

My jaw dropped, “Wha? Hey wait up, sir Friz!” I followed him to his car.

He got in his car and probably glanced at me, but I was looking at the cargo bed. “Sir Friz, let me help you finish your job here.” I knocked on the right-side window of his car, getting his attention to what I said.

He extended his arm to open the door. “Hop in.”

So I hopped in his car without hesitation. “Awesome, sir Friz. Let’s do this.”

I placed the closed umbrellas down, admiring every part of his old automobile. He started the car and drove off.

While we were riding, I thought I’d ask him something to break the silence. “So Friz, did you actually find this mysterious girl, Crystal? You’re supposed to tell me, but you skipped that part.”