"Do you still remember me, Dexter? I'm Logan Cooper." The man who hit their car ignored Eason and greeted Dexter instead. Or rather, he seemed to look down on Eason.
Eason's fists balled up as he stood unmoving, seemingly down in the dumps. Someone as cocky and sassy as him was now allowing someone else to act insolently before him?
"How disgusting. Even the air has turned disgusting" he mumbled. He then took out an alcohol wipe and cleaned his hands repeatedly before putting on his gloves.
I paused to observe Eason for a moment—he did have germaphobia. He was also aloof back when I first met him. He had to put his gloves on no matter where he went.
At first, I even thought something was wrong with his hands. Perhaps he had burns or something of the like. I later found out that it was merely his germaphobia.
But at some point, Eason no longer acted cocky and wore his gloves less often. Today was rather unusual for him.
