Note: I apologise for bad writing.

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"You keep meddling into bizarre and dangerous situation. Did you enjoy it?"

I look at him confused as he takes one step back away from me. What did he mean by that? My head is still processing while the silence between us is filling the air. "What?" is the only word that can finally escape from my mouth.

This deafening silence make me uneasy as same as how the man in front of me staring at me. Half of his face is covered by the black mask make me much harder to read his expression; it's just his pair of sharp blue eyes staring at me, observing me.

I'm watching him from head to toe; a mask covering half of his face, black trench raincoat with the hood cover his figure, all of his attire is black as if he wants to camouflage as a shadow.

"What were a woman like you thinking to pass by a dark and creepy alley like this?" he clicks his tongue as he put both of his hands inside his pocket, I don't even need to get told twice because I know his eyes shows that he is irritated-perhaps because of my stupidity. "Now that you know this alley is dangerous, get out from here." It's not even an advice but merely an order that let out from his mouth, the tone of his as cold as the rain that falling onto my skin. As he fixes his hood to cover his face even more, the man then is turning his back proceed to leave. But as soon as he takes some steps, my hand is grabbing his wrist immediately.

"Jake," I call in hesitant. "Are you Jake?" my voice is quiet, it's more like a whisper.

He remains silence while taking some steps toward me, without even realise I pull away my hand from his wrist as I take few steps back until I can feel the wall touch against my back. His presence is intimidating by only with those piercing gaze of him that revealing.

"I mean you are dressing like him, at least in my imagination. So, I assume you are -"

"Now that you know, leave."

His icy cold tone makes me flinch. The way he looks at straight into my eyes makes me wonder what happened in these past 3 years; if I could talk to him for a while, if I could ask him to explain everything...

"No, I want to talk with you. Jake, you owe me an explanation!" I raise my voice, almost shout. I didn't even realise it since my emotion just escalate really quickly after hearing his answer, after finally see him in person.

"I'm not sure," he turns his head and look around us. It seems like he is checking if there is someone else near us. He then put his index finger in front of his lips which covered by black mask, giving a sign for me to be quiet. "There is nothing for us to discuss now."

Just before I open my mouth to confront him, he takes his flip phone out from his pocket. I'm both stunned and amused since it's rare to see someone using that old retro phone in the war between Android and iPhone. It seems like someone important is calling him since he immediately pick up the phone call.

As he is talking to whoever someone in the other side of the call, my brows furrow as I bite my lower lip nervously; one of the bad habits I try to get rid of. I know that Jake is always on run but to look at him who is staying alert and observant makes me uneasy if I bother him in the middle of something. It seems like he's in hurry and in something very important since his eyes keep watching and observing every corner in this alley like the wolf which protects its family. But my ego is much bigger; I need to hold him a little bit longer whatever it may cost, I want him to answer all of my questions.

"Yeah, I know." The voice is much deeper than before, you can hear the slightest annoyance behind his voice. His eyes now are looking at me, and then moving to my lips. While he is talking to whoever someone over there, he brushes his thumb to my lower lip and pull it gently so I didn't bite it.

I want to explode.

"I need more time," he states while still staring at my lips then his eyes are moving to look at me in the eyes. "I have priority, I will reach you soon." He ends the call and put his flip phone back inside his pocket and his fingers are neither on my face nor my lips, but my heart is still there... beating much harder.

"Flip phone?" I ask, half amused and half want to pretend like I'm okay with his act a moment ago.

"Much safer," he shrugs. I'm not sure if he is smiling but his eyes tell me that he is. Then there is a short pause before he harshly sighs and continues to speak, "now... what should I do with you?"

"It seems like we are having something to discuss right now," I smile with full of hope.

"No."

And now that hope is gone.

"Come on, I will help you to get taxi." He takes off his coat then makes me wear it, leaving him only wearing black turtleneck. He puts the hood to cover my head before turning his back and walk ahead of me. I can see his hair which is as black as the raven. So it's true that his hair is black like what he said three years ago.

"Why?" I ask without moving from my place. He already took few steps ahead of me before stop walking and then turning to face me. His brows furrow, he is looking at me as if my question is the stupidest question in the world.

"Pardon? Did you forget that you almost got caught by them?" one of his brows is raised, he sounds annoyed.

"But what is the woman like me thinking to get a taxi in the middle of rain with this very late hour?" I quote his saying a moment ago as I make pouty face. "If you are that worried about me, why don't you give me a ride?" I look at him with my puppy eyes, putting my innocent face.

He scoffs while running his fingers through his hair; I want to do the same thing, "touché."

I can clearly hear how he harshly sigh, sounds like I already managed to make him frustration in our very first meeting. You can call it as a lifetime achievement. He then massages his nape while looking at me, "follow me."

As soon as he is walking ahead of me, I'm following him from behind while cannot stop smiling. My heart is beating so fast out of excitement. Finally I meet Jake after these heart-breaking 3 years journey, finally I can hear his natural voice, and finally I can see his figure in front of my eyes.

We are passing some alleys and narrow paths, just before I want to ask where are we going then I find a vintage motorcycle in front of me. I don't really understand types of either a motorcycle or even car, but his motorcycle looks so classic and luxury. He then takes his helmet and makes me wear it, "you need it more than me."

Thank God my face is covered with the helmet already because I can feel the heat around my face and my neck, I'm certain that I'm blushing really hard right now. Just when I'm already sitting behind him, in the confliction between hold him or not, I put my hands choose to hold the part of motorcycle as my prop to support.

"Put your arms around my waist," he pull my arms gently and put it around his waist. I blush much harder. "It's much safer," he adds as his fingers brush my arm. I shiver, this is so thrilling.

We are then going through between the alleys and the rain which looks like won't calm down. The freezing cold breeze feels like slashing me despite the fact that I'm wearing his coat, I feel bad for stealing it from him in our very first meeting; making me tighten my arms around Jake even more. At least I can warm him for a while. I'm not sure with him but I feel much warmer and nervous than before, my heart looks like won't be relaxed for the next moment.

My eyes then take a glance to the road in front of us; this is not the way to my flat. I'm perplexed. "Where are we going?" there is confusion and worry colour my voice.

I know that I should at least test this man and ask him few questions first to make sure if this person is really Jake that I knew or another psycho for tonight, but where did all of my sense go a few minutes ago? He is man with black hair and black attire who helped and protected me from some bad strangers, so what? Can I just follow him around like this? Well, what should I do though... now here I am already sitting behind him, even hugging him from back (Jesus Christ!), cutting through the traffic and my sanity that almost run out.

"My place," he replied shortly then the motorcycle is accelerating much faster.

I'm going to be a dead meat, literally.