LOVER MONSTER!
9. Light Chat.

The pleasant aroma of ramen was pouring out in Jessica's room. Only when he opened his eyes did he realize that the smell of ramen was coming from Demian who was eating on the couch. The man had changed into a black shirt and torn denim jeans here and there. His attitude was very relaxed, as if he was in his own home.

"You awake?" Demian greets.

"What time is it?" Jessica realized that the sky outside her balcony had dimmed black, night. Without waiting for Demian's response, Jessica checked the clock on her phone and it turned out to be 7 o'clock.

"Ah, motherfucker. I haven't checked the cafe at all." Jessica got out of bed and stopped after taking three steps. He looked at Demian and tilted his head. "What is my ramen?"

"That's how." Demian doesn't feel guilty.

"Bravo.., now you're also invading my kitchen without permission."

"You don't expect me to starve to death while you sleep for hours there, do you?"

"Tsk. At least wake me up if you want to do something. This is my home, I don't feel comfortable when strangers touch my things without my permission."

"It's too late for that, isn't it?" Demian monologue lirih. He recalls the small kiss he gave Jessica, the kiss he stole without sound and without Jessica's knowledge. A still foreign kiss on his lips.

"Did you say something?"

"No," Demain argued. "I see what you mean, I won't act as I please anymore."

"Good, then."

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Afterwards, Jessica goes back down to Elixir and helps Ethan and Dania work. Jessica preoccupies herself with spilling activity so she doesn't have to think about Demian up there. Only when the cafe closed, then Jessica again remembered the presence of foreign guests in her room.

Jessica went into the kitchen. He approached Elliot who was watching his friends prepare to clean the cooking utensils.

"Elli," call Jessica. The tall man with a pair of blue irises turned his head towards him. "Is there still a dessert I can eat tonight?"

"You want to dessert nights like this?"

"I'm a little hungry."

"Not usually." Elliot raises his forehead, but finds Jessica dessert chocolate in the freezer. "I still have two glasses of panna cotta."

"Well, thank you." Jessica smiled enthusiastically.

To be honest, Jessica was looking for food for Demian. The man is a guest in his room now. Although the man was an uninvited guest, Jessica did not want the man to die slowly from starvation.

Previously, Demian may have eaten a bowl of ramen from the closet, but for Jessica, one bowl of ramen would not be enough for a man as big and as big as Demian.

"If you're still hungry, you can check the closet in the back. I keep a lot of reprocessable food there."

"I understand. Again, thank you, Elli."

"M."

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When her expectations were not in line with reality, it was natural for Jessica to reflect back on every memory that made her have high expectations of Demian. Why is he who a few months ago really idolized Demian and thought that the man was cooler than Jake?

Why..., why did he think Demian was a talkative and exclusive guy, when in reality, Demian was quite chatty and noisy?

Where did Demian's cold figure who always looked at Jake with hostility go? Where's that cool side?

Why is it that Jessica now faces Demian sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eating Elliot's chocolate panna cotta with an annoyed expression?

"I don't like chocolate, but since it's your gift, I'll eat it."-is the beginning of Jessica's irritation.

He who was initially concerned for Demian became arrogant and keki.

"If you don't like it, you don't have to touch it at all." Jessica scowls.

"You're so considerate, that maybe I'll waste your attention." Those words would sound romantic when this is a romance drama, unfortunately not. Jessica knew Demian was talking like she had just been without sincerity. He must be starving.

"Demians?"

"mm?" Demian looked up and looked at Jessica who was now moving closer to the table.

Since the sofa in Jessica's room was only one, and the sofa was being occupied by Demian, Jessica sat on a fur-belt carpet-on the floor, too, hands crossed on a glass table that reached his chest. A pair of Jessica's emerald beads were rounded in question.

"I'm kind of curious," Jessica began. "Mmm..., are you, just how I feel or how...., a little different from what I used to meet at the cafe?"

"You don't talk much in the cafe, even when you stop by to see Angela, you usually just sit down with a cup of black coffee without saying anything."

"..." - ".Demian was calm.

"You look at Angela working all day like a stalker and well, you do help her out occasionally, but I don't remember you as an active person?" talk a lot more precisely, and also annoying!

"I'm touched."

"Huh?"

"Have you been watching me all this time, so you know what my habits are?"

Why did the topic turn to Jessica?

"Hey, I'm the owner of Elixir." Jessica was defensive. "It's natural for me to know a thing or two that happened below. After all, your own fault always appears here. The spider on our wall knows your face!"

"Hmm, so the point of your question is..?"

"Why did you become so ugly and noisy? You never say hello to me at the cafe but here you talk at length and.., well." Jessica was not willing to expose her knowledge of Demian anymore. It would have been dangerous if Demian had known he was a fan of Demian before.

Jessica even called Demian by her own short name. Ugh, it would be a shame if he got caught.

"I didn't know you rated me that way before. I mean, just because I don't talk much outside doesn't mean I'm a quiet person. I just don't like to talk at length in front of people I don't know."

"But even with Angela you are." It still looks cold, haughty and mysterious!

"Angela is different" Demian replied.

Somehow, bringing up Angela always made the man a nelangsa. Jessica thought Demian's moment of rejection had passed long enough. Hey, 1 month is enough time to move on, isn't it? But that doesn't seem to apply to Demian. Apparently, she was still hurt over Angela's refusal.

Poor thing, Jessica went with the nelangsa. However, he also witnessed Demian's heartbreak day. She watched how Angela's words broke the man's heart in front of her.

"Why are you suddenly looking at me with pity?"

"Yes? Huh huh? Me?" Jessica flabbergasted.

"Are you concerned about me, Honey?"

"Ck, where is it possible." Jessica rolled her eyes. Acting no matter even though the expression is very clear.

Demian does not know how Jessica survived in this sinful city with all her innocence and empathy that is easily toyed with.

"Anyway, has my whereabouts and attitude let you down?" Demian did not want to drag the topic about Angela and herself any longer, so she turned the question towards Jessica. "How am I in your eyes, Jessica?"

"Eh?"

"Because you're always paying attention to your customers, what is your impression of me other than that I'm quiet and a black coffee connoisseur?"

'You are handsome, very, very handsome, your curly hair is very charming, your tan skin and your muscular build can make a nosebleed woman, and overall, the dangerous and sharp aura emanating from you is very seductive. I..., it is impossible to say that!'

Jessica gulped in embarrassment at her ambiguous thoughts.

"I don't have a special impression of you. I mean, you're not that impressive." This is a lie. However, in order to maintain the good name of cafe Elixir, Jessica should not be caught admiring her customers in silence. That's disgusting and scary.

"Heeeh, is that it?" Demian smelled a smile. He who had been struggling with a glass of panna cotta chocolate, returned to scoop the sweet food and feed it to Jessica who was sitting across the table.

Jessica accepted Demian's mouthful without a second thought. Either because of the comfortable atmosphere, Jessica was not so bothered by Demian's behavior. Maybe he was fed up with the sweet and gave the rest to Jessica. Who knows what's behind that curly mane?

"So, Jessica...., if a guy like me doesn't impress you, then what kind of guy will impress you?"

"Hmm?" That's a tough question. Putting the type of man he dreams of with Demian is the same as he describes Demian, he will eventually be found out.

Demian bribes Jessica again, and is accepted again.

"Do you like the angel-like man downstairs?"

"Huh?"

"Hmm, if I don't remember wrongly, his name is Ethan, right?" Demian blurted while tilting his head. He watched carefully how Jessica******** finished the panna cotta that melted at the corners of her lips. At that moment, Demian realized how vulnerable Jessica was to the danger of being named a man.

At that moment, Demian decided to turn her eyes away from Jessica. Despite his chatter and Jessica's continued unpretentiousness until almost one o'clock in the evening, Demian, with self-defense rivaling monks, made it through the night unaffected by his passionate passion.

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