金代理 9
- AiCrab
- 2021年3月11日
- 讀畢需時 2 分鐘
Instead of looking at Felix, Isaac looked back at Tony, who came in after Felix today. Looking well over 40, he was sitting on a guest chair and looking into his cell phone. It was an insensitive attitude, but it feels clear that he is paying attention to this side like Felix's guard.
"The cards you put in there. Have you finished it properly?"
The random question caught Tony's eye. Isaac then faced Felix staring at him. At the same time, he closed the drawer to make a sound with his fingertips.
"Of course I'm sending it right."
"Hmm, yeah? I've only seen the phrase "Dear Benjamin," and I haven't seen anything since, so I'm curious."
Felix shrugged his shoulders as if they were insignificant. Even so, Isaac wasn't the kind one to me. Just as he knew such a blunt response in advance, Felix did not question any more.
It was already two weeks ago that he hoped he would never see Felix, a dangerous arms dealer who was walking around downtown San Diego as if he were just a normal small citizen.
However, somehow Felix went in and out of the store afterwards, and every time he came, he bought a bouquet of flowers at a high price. Every time he throws a harsh criticism that the packaging is a mess, he orders a bouquet of flowers. You told me to practice.
Isaac did not complain, even though it was a ridiculous order. It's okay if you make it what the customer wants and receive the money anyway. He must be the one who's wasting money, but in fact, he wasn't even the one who'd waste $100 on work.
"What kind of bouquet do you want today?"
He asked Felix the same question every time he met him, a regular who makes him tired. With his hands stuck in his pocket, he touched Isaac with an exceptionally sharp look today.
“…….”
"Do you miss your lover Benjamin that much? enough to make the listener's heart flutter?"
Instead of answering questions about the bouquet, he crawled out what he had forgotten for a moment. It was like that from the beginning, but as time goes by, he does not deserve to invade personal history.
"Yes, I miss you.”
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