#Chapter93
Busted
CLYVE
THIRTY MINUTES later, I knew a few things about Austen. He seemed to be a cool bloke and didn’t have habits other than painting.
/"So, you’ve graduated from Uni with major in English, minor in Arts, but you didn’t have a job other than a dog walker?/" It sounded like an insult, and I felt like an arsehole.
He swallowed hard and looked away.
Oh, shit! At least, I’m not alone with a life full of drama.
/"Why a dog walker though?/" I held the steaming mug tighter, and let the aroma fill my lungs. /"Look, I am not judging you, mate. I just wanna know a little bit about you. I want to trust you if we have to work together./" Because lately, it’s harder to pretend that you know someone, yet you awfully know nothing at all.
/"My girlfriend died five months ago from a car accident. She was walking home when the two cars collided. Then it ended up crashing into her. She died on the spot,/" he said monotonously.
