8 Circumstantial Evidence (2/2)

”Hope you have a good day.” With that, I stood up, without waiting for him, and walked out of the room as I should have been allowed to hours ago.

I could hear the sound of footsteps following behind me, but I didn't pay it much attention. I was pleasantly surprised by Lucas, who was still waiting. Really, my opinion of him had improved over the span of one night.

”You took really long in there. Everything okay?” I nodded and beckoned him to follow me out. I had to sign a couple of forms and was warned that I might be called on again.

”There is a Starbucks nearby. I'll have to apologize for bringing you trouble,” I said. It was a given that we would come across dangerous situations some day or the other but I don't think any of them signed up for a corpse.

”What happened in there?” I shrugged. ”it took awfully long for them to let you go.”

I didn't reply to him, I didn't want him to think we were close or in the process of becoming friends.

”Thank you for staying but you didn't need to, I feel uncomfortable to have held you back from your work.”

”I am a YouTuber,” he chuckled. ”I don't need to go to an office or anything so a little time off is good for me. It makes work less tedious.” Really, no one was happy with their job at any point in their life. How was everyone trudging through a series of failures and disappointments and just living like zombies without realizing that the thing they thought they loved was sucking the soul out of them?

Were all those romanticized nonsense about Love all true? I was glad I had never experienced it, then.

”Tired of the daily grind?” I smirked.

”You've watched my videos?” For a YouTuber with that many subscribers, he sure seemed surprised that I had stumbled upon those things he called vlogs.

”I was researching Malaysian street food and your vacation vlog appeared on my recommended list. I didn't know you back then, but I got to see a lot of food. You act loud and reckless, so I didn't watch further.”

From the corner of my eyes, I could see someone approaching me. I turned to look and groaned. It was the boy from before. He seemed to have purposely followed me out even though it had taken him some time to figure out where I had gone.

”Evie Lewis,” he called out loudly. People nearby all turned to look at him. It was still early and most people were not fully awake so his voice was unwelcome.

”Pull up a chair and sit,” I told him. I had classes in the second half of the day so I could drop by the apartment after quenching his curiosity.

He did as I said, but he still looked a bit annoyed, though fascinated by my presence.

”How did you guess the primary estimation of time of death?”