Chapter 30：Smells so good. (1/2)

My eyebrows arch, and I make a slightly revolted face. ”... What? Him?! Of course not! I can't even carry a decent conversation with that guy. He annoys me so much even!”

”... Oh?” It is all he manages to say before he checks the mirror, glances behind him, and then backs up in reverse.

... Does that mean I'm in some kind of trouble right now? Hmmm...

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We finally arrive at his apartment.

I follow him to the elevator; and even to his apartment's doorstep.

”Jett...” I scratch my head and feel a little uneasy.

”Yes?”

I grab his arm gently and stare into his eyes, wondering what his intentions are. ”Why... are we here...?”

He answers flatly, ”It's for several reasons if I had to be honest. We need to talk. Also, I just want to spend time with you. I don't want anyone interrupting either.”

I'm not a clueless idiot, but Jett isn't the type that would just go for sex out of nowhere anyway... not that that'd be off the table though, knowing him.

It just goes to show how much I really trust him as a person as well.

If he tells me he wants to talk and spend uninterrupted time, I know he does mean it like that.

He opens the door widely, and I go inside his apartment.

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I look around as we take off our coats and shoes.

Going further in, I notice that the style of the apartment quite suits him.

It's a mixture of earthy and industrial pieces of furniture, and it's quite comfortable without ever going out of date.

I smile, and I turn around to find where he's at.

He's by the kitchen, preparing some things.

I guess he's making some tea for both of us, so I go towards the couch and sit so I can wait for him.

Leaning back, I put my leg over the other and twiddle my thumbs.

Not too long after, he comes back and places one of the cups on a trivet that's already set on the coffee table.

He sits down beside me and starts drinking some tea.

Heh. He still remembers that I don't drink hot tea immediately. So cute.

Putting some space between us, I shift my body so I can put a leg up and face him. I recline on the back of the couch for some support.

My ears perk up a little when I hear him sigh.

”... Can we talk without putting our guards up? Would that be okay with you, Rysia?” He looks at me with a stern and slightly concerned expression.

”... Alright, Jett.”

”I mean... I do still owe you some questions, after all. I remember we didn't get to continue that, actually.” While telling him this somewhat sheepishly, I look down in embarrassment when I remember that night.

There's a bit of a pause before he persists with his question.