Volume 1: First Arrival Chapter 069 Sneaking
"…Mm, chocolate and strawberry flavors are both too sweet."
"Tsk tsk, what misunderstanding do Americans have about desserts? Desserts don't have to be filled with lots of sugar, okay?"
"When Marco Polo introduced ice cream to Italy from China, the recipe was not significantly adjusted, and gelato was not greasy. But what cruel torture did the French do to the recipe that it became like this after crossing the Atlantic?"
Baji, Baji.
After a busy day at work, Kirk urgently needs to replenish sugar. It is not a luxury to reward his body for a day's hard work with an ice cream.
He expressed disgust with his mouth, but the ice cream in his hand still disappeared into his mouth bit by bit.
In this regard, Kirk thinks that wasting food is shameful, right?
"Should try vanilla or yogurt flavor next time."
"If that doesn't work, I'll just go to Little Italy next time. The pistachio-flavored gelato there will never disappoint you."
"Ah, I suddenly want to eat."
A thought popped up in his mind, and the ice cream in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance. He stopped moving forward and looked towards the south.
Little Italy is not far away, and it takes less than ten minutes to walk there.
Kirk was moved.
The problem is that he was too tired after the whole day. After finishing the investigation of two small cases, Kirk was busy in the detective agency office for another afternoon. His attention returned to the "homeless man case". He was exhausted both physically and mentally, and this was not the end yet.
At night, we will continue.
The car stopped at the detective agency and I strolled leisurely all the way home, just to relax my brain as much as possible and give up thinking for a while.
Now, however, a more tempting idea began to slowly take over my mind.
Sofa or ice cream?
"Wait, which direction is south?"
Kirk was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked behind him. Could it be that the south was behind him? No, was the street he was on running east-west or north-south?
Wait, why does this street look so unfamiliar? It seems as if, maybe, possibly, as if... this is not his home.
So, where is he now?
Baji, Baji.
Kirk took another bite of his ice cream and looked around the streets calmly, but... his eyes were blank. Why did all the buildings look the same?
Should he call 911?
Baji, Baji.
——In fact, after getting used to it, the taste of chocolate is not as bad as he imagined. At least it is not as greasy as strawberry. Maybe he should give chocolate another chance.
whoosh!
A black Hummer passed by, the rumbling sound of its engine vibrated slightly in the air, and Kirk subconsciously looked up and took a look.
"Um?"
In a flash of lightning, Kirk caught a glimpse of a profile in the passenger seat, quickly grasped the details, and his mind reacted automatically.
Nate?
What about their Ford, which wasn't new or special?
Why was Nate in a Hummer?
And it was the front passenger seat? It was fine if it wasn't the driver's seat, but it wasn't the back seat either?
Something is happening!
Before the brain made further judgments and decisions, the body's conditioned reflex had already taken the lead and rushed out with the Hummer, turning a corner in the opposite direction of the street. The next second the scene of the street became "familiar", but there was no time to look around, and the Hummer was seen pulling over.
——It turns out that their apartment is on this street.
Kirk had no time to sigh as he could see the Hummer parked. He quickly tiptoed and walked along the plane trees. He did not hide his figure to avoid attracting attention by appearing sneaky, but he also avoided making any big movements to attract unnecessary attention.
Tap, tap, tap…
With a series of footsteps, Kirk had already walked half of the street, and then he saw Nate and the driver walking out from the passenger seat.
Her golden curly hair falls on her shoulders like a waterfall. The light grey suit breaks the shackles of the dark colour but is not too frivolous. From just a silhouette, one can tell that the well-tailored suit outlines her graceful figure. Her royal blue high heels are really eye-catching.
Moreover, such a look is paired with a Hummer, which seems out of place, just like a King Kong Barbie.
But the point is -
woman!
Kirk took a wrong step and his figure was hidden behind a sycamore tree. He quietly poked his head out from the other side and looked at the two people from a distance.
The blonde woman and Nate stood on the street calmly and talked in low voices for a few words, but it didn't last long; then, the blonde woman patted Nate's shoulder, her expression relaxed, and she turned around and prepared to get in the car.
But Nate called out to the blonde again and said a few more words.
The blonde woman seemed a little hesitant, thought for a moment, said a few words to Nate, and finally nodded after pondering for a while.
However, the blonde woman leaned in through the passenger window. Although she looked a little embarrassed, she didn't seem to care. She fumbled inside for a while, and when she appeared again, she had a brown paper bag in her hand, which she turned around and handed to Nate .
Nate tried to take it, but the blonde woman didn't let go. Instead, she gave him two careful instructions again, staring intently at Nate to convey his attitude.
Then, he let go.
Things are a little strange.
So, the blonde woman was Nate's date?
Judging from their slightly solemn expressions, are the two of them planning to end their relationship amicably? Is that brown paper bag the final token of love that will end their relationship?
But, when you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem like it.
Judging from the atmosphere, it always feels like the blonde woman is giving orders; but who knows, maybe Nate likes this one?
All in all, the distance was too far. Not to mention carefully observing her expression, even the blonde woman's appearance and figure were not clear. Kirk still found it difficult to judge.
Buzz.
Buzz buzz buzz.
The Hummer started up again. Kirk quickly hunched his shoulders, hiding his figure behind the sycamore tree, and looked down at the ice cream in his hand.
Fortunately, it didn't melt.
On the other side, Nate watched the Hummer leave, paused for a moment, then turned and walked towards the apartment.
But after taking just two steps, he stopped again hesitantly, with a hint of struggle in his eyes, as if an angel and a devil were playing tug-of-war.
He slightly turned his head to glance behind him, and at the end of his hesitation and pulling -
call.
Nate let out a light breath, turned around again, and walked in the opposite direction of the apartment. After walking more than ten meters, he stopped next to a sycamore tree.
A figure came into view.
He thought he was seeing things and had just caught a glimpse of a mole's head poking its head out, but it was a little blurry and it was hard to tell if it was an illusion. The point was that the burning gaze was too familiar, falling on his shoulder, with a look of scrutiny and inquiry, and his intuitive alarm bells rang.
really--
You can see it now.
Looking at the guy leaning against the sycamore tree with his shoulders hunched and a pitiful look on his face, eating ice cream seriously, as if ice cream was the only important thing in the world, Nate felt powerless and was not sure what he felt at the moment.
Knock knock.
Nate complained expressionlessly, knocking on the tree trunk like a knock on a door.
"I saw you."
