˗ˏˋthe bakeryˎˊ˗

thirty-eight..

i parked outside and looked around for nate or johnson.

"lana, i need you stay here. please. even if i-" her lips attaching to mine interrupted me.

"don't you dare finish that sentence." she sighed, resting her forehead against mine, eyes closed.

"i'll be back, alright?"

"alright."

i slightly smiled and walked in the building.

"nate?" i whispered.

"johnson? guys, it's me jack."

"well, well, well. if it ain't little mr. finnegan gilinsky, himself?"

a familiar voice creeped in my ears.

i turned around and there was my arch-enemy, quinn garths.