梦境 16

I don't think we can say hello by calling each other's names this friendly......or was this man so casually able to walk around the streets of San Diego? Isaac, who casually raised a question, let go of his hand to lift the flowerpot and straightened his back.

"You're here again.”

His smile deepened as he liked the greeting he had to throw. Naturally, gold-like hair flowing over the forehead fluttered in the wind. He was literally a dazzlingly beautiful man.

"You remember?"

"…because you're so handsome."

"Wow, I didn't expect to hear such praise from Mr. Florist like a stone."

The man was delighted, raising his arms exaggeratedly. I'm not sure if that's true. Isaac shook his apron and guided the man into the store. The man followed in coolly.

Jack, did you say. I couldn't see a man like a brown bear today. Instead, the last man to tip was following him.

"What are you looking for today?"

I was about to go back behind the counter.

Along with the sound of metal, a cold sensation is conveyed next to the temple. Isaac, who forced his hand to rise reflexively, turned his eyes only and headed toward the man.

Glock was still in the hands of the man with a beautiful face and a bright smile. The cold Glock's gun was pressed down on Isaac's temple.

"You know me, don't you?"

The question with a smile is not unusual. Isaac, who swallowed dry saliva, turned his eyes and headed straight. The space where flowers and flower pots were located was cluttered.

"If you're the famous Felix Felice, I've seen it in the newspaper."

Isaac answered me in a gentle manner. In this situation, it was more difficult to surround. Felix, who was staring at Isaac, suddenly smiles.

"You really knew, didn' I didn't think so."