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ix. apartment 132

I smiled. "You're two minutes early."

"'Cause I don't wanna get a headbutt again." He said lazily.

I heard a bell chime from the cafe's set of doors.

"Hello! So, [Name] this the boy you're seeing a movie with?" Dad said as his towering figure came into view along with a flash of Atticus' golden fur behind him.

I nodded. "Togame, my dad, remember him?"

"Good evening Mr. [Last Name], long time no see." He greeted him with a bright smile, bending down to graze Atticus' fur.

Dad squinted as he walked closer toward us. "Togame? You mean that Togame when you were younger?"

"Yes, that's me, Togame Jo." He replied as he rubbed my dog's ears, who had became increasingly jumpy.

"Yes, It's him, we meet again today."

"Oh, I remember him!" Dad exclaimed before he burst into laughter. "Hey, [Name], remember how you kissed him back in kindergarten and you both cried!"

"DAD!"

OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS! OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS! OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS! I WANNA DIE! KILL ME!

I felt my whole face turning red. "Dad, why would you mention that!"

But he ignored me and continued. "You two were like each other's first kiss!"

"DAD!" I turned to see Togame, expecting to be flushed just as I am, instead, I was met with him grinning.

"I remember now that you mentioned it Mr. [Last name]." He laughed along with my dad before he stared at me with a mischievous glint in his green eyes.

I shot a dagger glare. I am so going to kill you!

"Okay, okay! Haha, very funny and sweet we get it!" I grabbed Togame by the wrist. "The movie is gonna start soon, we're going to be late, come on!"

With my free hand, I brushed my dog, kissed his head and bid him goodbye.

"Take care of Atticus, Dad!"

With that, I dragged the six-foot boy easily toward our destination.

After the cafe disappeared out of sight, the only sound that filled the silence between us was the rhythm of our footsteps. I was still too embarrassed to start a conversation.

"I like him, Atticus." He finally broke the painstaking silence.

"Yeah, he likes carrying a knife around."

"Why would he carry a knife around?" He questioned.

"He sometimes finds the knife I kept under my pillow."

"Why would you sleep with a knife?" He asked nonchalantly.

I shrugged. "I sleep better."

"I'm not even surprised." He commented.

"I even brought pepper spray and a stun gun tonight," I announced, patting the bump of my pocket where I hid them.

"Did you bring them today too, back in the theatre?"

"No."

"You're so reckless."

"I'm not reckless, I already knew it'll be a quiet day, and you'll be there."

His eyes quickly fell on me and I swore, damn it, I swore they had softened at me. He opened his mouth to say something, feeling the wave of awkwardness that would follow, I immediately cut him off.