Already Found

"You haven't found your stuff yet?" A tall boy figure was seen coming out of the other room, right next to the table, a storage locker maybe.

Whatever Simon doesn't care much about, he's too busy to answer that rather important question. Because the boy may close the cafe immediately, get Simon's answer, and they will come out quickly. His desire was nothing compared to reality because the flashlight from a cell phone was not enough to make the lighting brighter. Simon saw himself as the character of the horror game he had once played. In a dark building, only a flashlight and all alone.

Let's forget the big boy at the end of the room. The human being was no help at all.

Well, that should just turn over to Simon. He didn't ask for any help from a tall boy.

"Ah, sorry! I forgot to turn on the light!"

Ashley stammers to the light switch near the coffee machine. After pressing a few white buttons, the light began to burst from the hanging lights on the Cafe ceiling. And the darkness that had dominated it instantly disappeared, along with the tall boy running toward Simon.

"Let me help you.." Ashley offered himself because of the initiative or because he could actually read Simon's thoughts. True, Simon had murmured a lot. About the insensitivity of the big guy in the room with him, about the stupidity of him not being quick to turn on the light, or maybe Simon just needed the release to reduce his already high blood level to the limit of normal.

"Nope, I can manage it myself." Simon, with solid self-esteem, firmly refused the help offered by the young man. He didn't even look up for a second and walked all over the room, his head bowed and still lit out with a flashlight on his cell phone in his hand. Even if the light above was enough to light up under the table, Simon would not accept it.

"It would be quick to find your stuff if we looked for it together."

The advice from a tall boy was very reasonable. The more people the better. Perhaps, though, Simon would be too embarrassed to accept the promises of the young man he had spoken to in his heart. It's like licking his own spit, and Simon won't do it.

"If you want to help, at least just get up and wait till I find my stuff."

Ashley pursed his lips in the back, and it was a good thing Simon didn't see it because he was sure he would drop a look of embarrassment at Ashley's seemingly unconscious actions.

"If you look for it alone, we'll find it when dawn breaks," Ashley says, and then again, he exposes the truth. Which, of course, made Simon in the front there turn pissed.

"Heh.." Simon looked up from the look down and then turned himself against the young man who was five steps behind him. "What's your name?"

"Ashley, Sir!" Ashley answered in a defensive posture.

Ah... he seems nervous now. The brightened room makes it easier to see the young man in the shape of a small child, right on the soft, white, porcelain face. In Ashley's eyes, it's as if standing in front of him is a vampire figure like in a movie fantasy romance. White skin splintered with lips as red as blood.

"Sir? I'm not that old."

"Um..? Brother!" Ashley altered his speech to a perfectly upright position.

Simon had tapped his own forehead, and he had run out of words to curse at the tall boy. "Don't just keep calling me that, we're not all that well!" Simon blurted out in his voice, enough to shock Ashley with a shock. "And, stop being silly like that, like you're in the army, huh?"

Ashley brushed his hair back and forth, signaling he was now nervous. Everything he says or does will always seem wrong in this pale-skinned man's eyes. But Ashley wouldn't be a name if it weren't stubborn. Unsolicited and without consent, he then participated in the search for the man vampire's property. Ah, right, Ashley didn't ask for the man's name. It would be pointless if he were to ask that question now.

"What are you looking for, Sir?"

"Hey, I told you not to help—"

"I want to go home too, so we'd better make this search quickly." Unexpectedly, Ashley's seemingly extraordinary response allowed Simon to shut his mouth and no more protests. "So, please describe the item you're looking for?" Ashley asked again.

"The ring," Simon said. "A metallic black ring with a slightly rough texture because there were wavy stirrings on the surface," he continued with as much detail as possible.

"The ring?" Ashley straightened his body, which was slumping. "You mean this kind of ring?"

Simon suddenly turned his head, his eyes focused on a metallic black object flickering in the light above. That thing, the ring he was looking for, turned out to be on a tall, shitfaced young man —Simon didn't care much about the name of the young man he'd just known— if I knew this, why he was trying so hard to find in the dark, let alone spend so much time talking to an unwelcome stranger. What a waste of time.

Simon immediately snatched his ring as fast as lightning, watching intently through the dark iris of the night sky. "Where did you find this?" Simon asked casually.

"As I mop the floor wet as the floor When I accidentally spilled a drink on you," Ashley answered fearfully. He didn't even dare look directly at the squinty eyeballs that were impressed to undress his now.

With all his genius straight to patent and definitive conclusions, Simon's brain worked. The ring is perfectly glued to its ring finger, requiring either a firm tug or a smooth lubricant to release from the fingers. That liquid, of course, is a cold coffee fuck. And the big jerk in front of him has kept this ring long enough.

"Why didn't you say so at the beginning?"

"You didn't answer my question earlier.." Ashley stepped back one step from his perch in case this guy was about to throw a punch or something.

"Shit!"

Simon clenched his hands in the air while Ashley closed his eyes tight, his mind filled with raw gauge. But it turned out that Simon was holding back some anger, and after that, he hurried away, scoping and dragging Ashley's broad shoulder, whether intentionally or accidentally.

Let's say it was because Ashley was griping with the pain while holding his shoulders.

Despite being small, the man had considerable power.

"Well, I forgot to ask his name."