"Stay," you call out after him, maybe surprised how desperately you sounded.

He turns his head towards you, confused, but he stops in his movement.

"What?" He asked silently.

"I don't want to eat alone," you reply instantly, mentally slapping yourself how stupid that sounded.

"Alright," he mumbles after the few seconds of silence.

He returns back, sitting on the next sofa. He reached out for his laptop, which is on the table, opening it.

"Is it good?" He asks out of nowhere, pointing out the pizza.

You can't help but to feel happy that it was him who broke the silence between you, even with that kind of a question.

You nod, having a full mouth to answer. He just amusedly shake his head, typing something down.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, being completely caught in interest.

"Looking for new job. Your parents still haven't paid and I need money," he replies, not moving his eyes from the monitor.

It seems that you're not a bother to him, like he doesn't even know you're there, fully focused on his laptop.

"Any luck?" You ask again, receiving a chuckle.

"You have no idea how many people want to pay for the dirty job. The only thing left for me is to pick. Easy money."

A wild thought pops in your mind and before you can stop it, you're already saying it aloud.

"So that's what happened with me? You picked a contract with my name?"

He stops, looking at you. You can't really read his expressions, before he sighs.

"Yeah. I already had some job over your city, so I took both jobs."

The rest of the evening, you're in silence, just a TV running in the background. He somehow forgot to escort you back to the basement, fully focused on his laptop. You don't want to remind him that, so you enjoy the rare moment. You get so tired, that you lay down and just fall asleep.

When you wake up, you're covered with a blanket, still on the sofa in the living room. But there's no sign of the blue eyed man's presence. A warm feeling of his caring gesture finds the place in your heart, and you can't stop your lips curling into the smile. There was some sort of a soft side in him.

You notice a paper laying on the table. Curious, and still half asleep, you take it and read it.

Morning,

I went out to do one job. There's a food in the fridge, feel free to use the stove. Be home soon.

Delirious

You:

• Use the situation and run away (Chapter 76)

• Wait for him (Chapter 77)