"How sweet," Ian spoke. " 'No one would still have hope to meet a person lost for years,' you said. But don't you have hope to find him?"
"I did, but I'm not sure anymore..."
"Now that you're here after years, he better not be hiding any longer."
This side of the latter sure did surprise him, '๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ?'
"Enough about me," Evelyn remarked. "Tell me, you said you were a biker but you're afraid of speeding?" She scoffed, "And you asked me if you could ride my Agusta."
'๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด.'
"I was one, but not anymore."
"Why? Is there some sort of rule against it?"
"No, it's something else."
"You better tell me."
"And why's that?"
"If you don't, I'll dye your hair green in your sleep."
"You think I'll fall for that?"
"Gimme your phone." She asked out of the blue. "I need to make a phone call."
He handed it to her.
"Since you're not gonna tell me, I'll leave you here to walk back home." Evelyn dashed to her bike and took off before the other could even process the situation.
"Where do you think you going?! Get back here!" He yelled as he saw the woman on the hog disappear into the distance.
"I'll get you back for this, just you wait!" He huffed.
Ian looked around the bridge to find very few vehicles passing by and none bothered to stop by and give him a lift.
'๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต.' He thought, '๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ง ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ? ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ- ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ๐ฏ!'
30 minutes later, Ian gave up, hoping someone would notice him, and just stood there, waiting for the situation to be over. Just then, he heard a vehicle pull over in front of him.
"Are you lost, young man?"
He looked up to see the owner of the voice, which got his eyes widened. He got up on his feet.
"A few years ago, my cousin and I went biking where we met with an accident and he got badly injured. Ever since then, I'm never really comfortable riding a motorcycle with anybody, which is why I freaked out when you sped earlier." He stopped to catch his breath. "I hate you for what you just did."
The woman laughed hysterically at him and wheezed.
"I thought you would've reached home by now," she said and continued to laugh.
"Shut up." Ian hissed and walked towards the bike, and sat behind her with his arms crossed.
"Keep those arms crossed and you're gonna fall off in the middle of the ride."
Ian rolled his eyes at her and held on to the other. Noticing that it's getting dark, they took off.
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Evelyn turned the doorknob and walked in, followed by Ian. They met with Liam chilling in the living room, who seemed surprised to catch a sight of them.
"Hey there, what are you watching?" Evelyn asked as she placed her helmet down on the coffee table.
"Just a random show I came through," Liam spoke, "I see you've brought a friend back home." He said while Ian took off his shoes.
"Friend who? It's just Ian." Evelyn stated.
"No, the one behind him." Liam pointed behind Ian.
Ian looked back and shrieked at the sight of a man in a brown suit.
"Who the hell are you?" Evelyn walked towards the man.
"I didn't mean to intrude, Miss Mendez. But they have assigned me to handle the case about the anonymous attack at the-"
"Oh! You must be Mr. McConnell." Evelyn extended a hand which the latter gladly accepted, "Pleasure meeting you."
"You must be the officer Nicholas told about earlier." Liam got up from the couch and stood in front of the officer. "Liam Johnson." He shook hands with him.
"Kevin McConnell."
"What's with the noise?" Amelia walked into the living room with a spatula and an apron around her waist.
She noticed the officer, which got her eyes widened.
"Evening, Miss Davis." He smiled.
"What are you doing here?"
"The management has asked me to take care of the six men you've got under this roof." He took out a paper from his coat and handed it over to her.
Amelia took off her apron and placed it down and went through the sheet of paper.
"I don't agree." She looked up at the officer.
"Why not?" Evelyn joined the conversation. "Isn't it an advantage if we have a trained detective by our side?"
"I'm sorry but I've already discussed this with Mr. Davis regarding this and I believe this is what he wants," Kevin stated while Ian and Liam just witnessed the entire scene break out.
"Whatever that old man wants, you're not staying here." Amelia hissed at him.
"I don't think I asked for your consent."
"Why you-"
"Ah, you're gonna get the food burnt now," Kevin spoke and grabbed the apron Amelia set down and walked to the kitchen.
"Bother to explain?" Evelyn looked at Amelia.
The older just huffed and walked to her room. Evelyn decided to go check on the guy in the kitchen.
"What was that back there?" She asked the man serving pasta and setting the dining table.
"You know it yourself, she gets upset over the littlest things." He turned to the sink.
"I do, but what I'm asking is how did you know that."
"Why don't you ask her yourself?"
"You think I haven't tried that? Tell me, how do you know each other? Relatives? Childhood friend?" Evelyn inquired.
"Let's say a bit of both."
"What do you mean-" The smell of Cheese and Paprika brush against her nostrils. She turned to the dishes served, "Pepperoni Fettuccine?!"
"You seem like you cook frequently," Kevin said as he wiped his hands dry.
"Nope, Amy is the one who cooks." She said, filling her mouth with a spoonful of pasta, humming at the taste.
"Amy, is food ready? I'm starving!" The brunet entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes before he glanced at the unfamiliar male who stood beside Evelyn.
"Oh, have you guys hired a chef? I can smell the deliciousness from the stairs."
"You must be James," Kevin walked towards the shorter male. "Kevin. Nice to meet you." He introduced himself.
"He's gonna help with figuring out what could be the reason behind the incident at the dorm. Your private investigator." Evelyn said while she ate.
"Oh- I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you a..."
"It's okay."
Soon after, the rest of the men walked into the kitchen as Amelia asked them to. Kevin served dinner for them as well as introduced himself to them and got to know each other a bit more.
After a while, Amelia entered the kitchen to find the whole place lightened up in delight.
"There you are. I saved you a plate." Kevin passed a plate on to her, to which she ignored his eyes, took the plate, and sat beside Lucas before she chewed down on it while working on her phone.
"I heard that a whole year isn't necessary since this time around the year is when the last term takes place." She turned her gaze from her phone to Evelyn, who sat across the table. "So, we either attend this one term which is gonna take a couple of months or waste another year by attending it later."
"Is there really no other way?" Evelyn whined.
"This is the best way I could come up with because I have no idea what happened in the meeting hall," Amelia said, as she finished her plate. "And I think this is better than a whole year. Just a few months, what's the worst that could happen?"
"I have a feeling that everything that's gonna happen is gonna be bad."